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Mother’s Face

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Kuma Raj Subedi


My mother is a nymph
With bright lit up face,
Descended to lift up
Her round face-
Big enough to hold  skies and vale’s
Which I see my nation-
Her wrinkles demarcate the boundaries 
Scars-the sacrifices of martyrs
Small nose stud,
Yet magnanimous like herself in nature
Shines the culture .

Sweat beads rundown her forehead
Diminish the  volumes 
Of Karnali and Narayani 
When she toils in her field 
In scorching summer,
Sitting on a mound, I observe 
She throws her winks
Smiling I gaze and gaze
Until I see deep seas and mountains.

Both get fatigued as the sun goes down 
When I sit on her lap
She sighs
As gently as the evening breeze
Stroking my hair
Energizing my being 
Smiles again when I face her up 
Hiding the grief
As if she did not toil.

Blinding beauty of bold countenance 
No judge at pageant could judge
Let alone the walks
When trudge down the green fields
Curly hair strands 
Fanning her face 
Attract me more
To take a deep look inside
Losing myself in her 
Yes,
My mother’s face is 
My safe heaven
Where seasons dance playfully 
And so do I.

[Mr. Subedi, a poet and blogger, is an ESL lecturer at TafeSA South Australia.] 


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