Bidhan Acharya
1
There is a portrait of my mother on the wall
I am afraid of it and go hiding while doing what I want
But when it comes to get rid of what I did
I beg with my mother by praying in front of her portrait
2
I don’t care about her when she is with me
When I am away from her and need blessings
I cry with her contemplating for my success
In every mission and work — seen and unseen
3
In pride of wellbeing, I don’t even notice her tears
The shawl of Mother is torn by my careless steps
When I fall ill, I remember her for my wellbeing
With drops of tear and a temporarily-broken heart
4
I forget her in cheers and mundane celebrations
Whereas she celebrates my day without forgetting
My amusement and funs become when burden to me
I close my eyes and pray to Mother to take me out of it
5
I pick up a cap searching from the bundle of clothes
That I never offered to her a piece of apparel as gift
But I searched the cap given by her as blessing
And put it on my head decoratively before starting a new job
6
You have taken nothing but have forgiven always
You have the amount of unlimited forbearance
Oh my mother, I want now you reside
Just in my heart, my mother, just in my heart!!
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[Bidhan Acharya is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright and storywriter of high repute. He is the author of five anthologies of poems, Gorooko Kaandh, Pahad Uklera, Pahad (in Nepali) and The Himalayan Euphony (in English). Besides these, he has a collection of micro stories, Kamai. Mr. Acharya has edited more than 16 different volumes of different genres. Besides, he has written a number of songs for cinema and tele-drama; radio-drama; scripts for drama in television and for stage. He is the president of Nepal Srashta Samaj, literary organization. He is Associate Professor in Population Studies at the Central Department of Population Studies, Tribhuvan University.]