I used to linger around with my relative and people
with torn and dirt smudged on my face
neither they gave me a new cloth nor they kept me
on their lap…..
neither they celebrated my birthday nor they showed
me a way to the school
with tears glistened in my eye, I became a
shephard…
I started spending time with a sheep
and I lost in the figment of imagination, where i
believed to be a king of shepherd
As a time past on, they started slaughtering a
sheep for dinner…
and I left with mere memories …
I recollected the childhood memories in my backpack
and went to the city…
I was the one who scared to see bus for the first time
my life transfigured with an age of time…
I am no more a person that I used to be…
Now, you can see me at the bar, indulge in liquor
and I always, scrawl something after I get back to my room…
Open the souvenir of my mother,
and ponder, when was the last time I smiled…
Niraj Dhakal
