Unnati Bohara Sheela
The heart is breaking into pieces
And the chest, ripping into slices
I am neither alive, nor able to die
I can neither smile, nor wail in a cry!
What did my kids turn into
I am cursing my own fate
The heart burns in charring flames
You didn’t pay for milk you sucked!
You stage a parade on my chest
Shooting bullets, blasting shells
They are slicing myself today
Mad in selfish plans and greed!
What was missing in my care?
I writhe in a wound, this sort
Surge of pathos swell up high
Like Kali Gandaki in my eyes.
[Unnati Bohara is a well-known Nepali novelist, poet and lyricist. He is known for her novels like Two Faces of a Coin and Trishna, besides several songs and poems. She lives with her family in Kathmandu.]