Porter - Bhariya Poem by narhari pokhrel

1
She walks with firewood in her back. Through the woods, rivers, and lonely fields. To provide breakfast when her little one as he wakes up. His father stands by the wires, to reply to the gun fire. Places himself in danger every day for a country not native to his own. He knows his son will survive. She sends him (the son) off to school in new shoes and clean uniform; in a new bike, and to a new school each year.
The son owes no respect to teachers, classmates, or his parents. He is grateful for what he has, but not interested in thinking how his luxury comes. His mother works bare feet each day to bring him comfort. She cares about his safety while she sweats in her sixties. His father knows his son will live a better life.

2
Screaming at night hasn't stopped since he was kidnapped.
Kidnapped by his own past, when he cared about no one and feared nothing. He misses his mother who put her life in jeopardy to push him through school each year and his father who sent him money while keeping nothing for himself. He is tortured by his own thoughts and dreams, that requires him to bleed. The roaches blood.

3
He closes his eye in a sunny day,
while he walks outside a university. He knows he can't afford it, but he lives for a better experience.
Social media, full of cookies
And ads of permanent destruction.

4
Forgive me for everything I've done to you. Mother, the stronger one; I was blinded by the coat of protection and shield of your hard work. Father, the provider; I'll never forget you. It was nice for you to look after me, even when I was rotten, broken, and jailed. I'll never forget that you got me bailed. But due to all the love you've given, I never learned to be a man. Mother, my future, I have none. Father, your wish has gone down the drain.