Bijay Poudel

(10th june,1991 / Khotang, Nepal)

A poem for my mamma

In those nine scores of months,
When I was inside your vault,
I had composed a poem for you,
Memorized by heart.

It was cosy and warm there mamma,
Floating in that fluid,
With palms, and fingers and eyelids mamma,
Helplessly glued.

Sometimes it felt so lonely mamma,
I could not turn and see,
If there was someone else mamma,
Floating next to me.

And one day I heard you sing,
A sweet nursery rhyme,
Didn’t I want to dance there then,
Didn’t I at that time?

I could feel so clearly mama,
Could feel your coy smile,
As you stroked your belly bulge,
It tickled me all that while.

I too wanted to stretch my lips,
And break into a laugh,
I could not move a thing then mamma,
But my pair of calves.

And one night, my nerves got better of me,
You see I was pretty annoyed,
For days and days I was doing nothing,
Floating in that void.

And then I collected my legs,
This idea, it was sick,
And stretched them in that density,
Fetching you a kick.

And someone behind kicked you too,
Kicked my mamma queen,
And as I turned my eyes to it,
I was staring at my twin.

He said ‘I can kick her too..
..I’ve got that right’.
I could have punched him right there mamma,
Had it not been night.

And together we waited mamma,
Waited in that vault,
Composing this poem for you,
Memorized by heart.

And one dawn I woke up mamma,
By your crying sounds,
They were hurrying you somewhere mamma,
Nauseously round.

I was so afraid mamma,
That I closed my eyes,
I wanted to shut my ears too mamma,
Could not hear your cries.

And then after an hour or two,
Along with the dawn,
I came down to this place mamma,
Just to be your son.

And I knew it was the perfect time,
To make up for your night,
I parted my lips then mamma,
For my poem to recite.

How badly I wanted to sing it?
How badly I had tried,
But then all went wrong mamma,
I ultimately cried.

Till today, since that day,
I descended down to earth,
I have always wanted to read it mamma,
Aloud to the earth.

This poem is for you mamma,
Cherished from your vault,
This poem is for you mamma,
Memorized by heart.

Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Topic(s): Mother

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