Anil Karki

When I had no roof
I made audacity my roof.
When I had no supper
My eyes dined.
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There was too much, always, then too little.
Childhood: sickness.
By the side of the bed I'd a little bell—
At the other end of the bell, my mother.
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Mother of the long silences
That pinned us to our chairs,
Where were you in your body
If not here with us?
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Gratitude to Mother Earth,
Sailing through night and day
and to her soil;
Rich rare, and sweet
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She lived in a sinful happiness
And died in pain.
She danced in sunshine
And laughed in rain.
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This isn’t a poetry.
Poetry can’t exist here in the field.
Where they killed her.
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I loved you with my heart
I loved you with my soul

But the world kept us apart
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I rode on his shoulder while he showed me the moon.
He told its name with a kiss in my ear.
'My moon, ' I said, 'Yours, ' he agreed.
And as we walked, it followed us home.
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This is the way we play our little game:
While I count up to 10, the others hide.
Do what you will, it always ends the same.
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