Kedar Sunuwar

Kedar Sunuwar Poems

I was born in the shadow of Herat
Since I started to walk

I have learnt many things:
...

Good luck means

Not to be a billionaire
...

On this earth
We walk many different environments
Some time we stay there while and
Sometime long enough
...

I have come in front of your palace by chance
To bang the sole of the boot
Please do not get alarmed
if you are in deep sleep
...

One morning
When I woke up in the crack of dawn
I found myself leaving the highway behind.
Through the village.
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Kedar Sunuwar Biography

Address: Ramechhap District, Rasnalu Village develop center, Eastern part of Nepal, Recent Address: Hampshire, Farnborough Uk Education: Graduated in Nepali literature in 1994 Tribhuwan University married with 2 Daughters and one son. (Ex British Gurkha Army) Job: From 2010 to till, working with DoS in Kabul Air Wing.)

The Best Poem Of Kedar Sunuwar

Mom Please Don't Sell Me

I was born in the shadow of Herat
Since I started to walk

I have learnt many things:
collect wood to make a warm home
Rather than cook food
Sleep without blankets
On the cold surface
I learnt to survived without food

My Father killed by the Taliban
They told us to leave the village
We are now under a tiny shelter

Mother always worrying about
the empty stove and empty food store

We just heard that Kabul is Capital of Afghanistan
but our family, we have never been there
Heard rich people live there
heard they have tall buildings
As big as we have the hills here
Heard they have beautiful playgrounds
Where children can play same age as me
they have school
where they can read and write

But here in this village
Many days and nights we sleep without hot food
Khubus without curry
curry without salt
salt without money
perhaps we will never have
The necessities in our life

So, I am sold to the others house
At the age of 6
what am I going to do mom?
my mom
keep me in our refugee camp
where I can live without food
Keep me with my brothers
Where I can play with them on the dusty field

because,
I can´t carry a gallon of water from paddy field

Mom,
I don't know how to cook food for them

Grandpa,
I'll die If you don't pick me up from here
I ‘l die if you don't love me mom

I am too little to do these things
I am too little to be with others house

Why I am away from my mom?
Why I am away from my brothers?
Why I am away from my grandpa?
Mom,
Come and pick me up by tomorrow
I´ll keep looking at the road
Where you dropped me off and disappeared!
my mommy!
Please pick me up!

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Note:
Khubus=Afgan made bread

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