9 Jan. 2019, Kathmandu
With an old shawl around her;
she walks slowly,
speaks sweetly
and laughs gently.
She asks me to do the same,
pointing mine ways are too lame.
She’s my father’s mother.
Along with her sweet sweets,
there are her bitter stories,
which take me to her ancient world unknowingly.
Unknowingly, I came to love her.
Love whole of her;
the way she’s the bridge of past and present
knowing, I couldn’t admire her
every cemented relics of ancient values,
which are like her old hair; white and dull.
One day pointing her scars I said,”Why were you hurt?”
With blank face she spoke,”Because I was a Girl.”
I tried to understand her life….
OH! She is my Great Grandfather’s Wife!
Seniwa Rai
Class xii
St. Xavier’s College, Maitighar, Kathmandu
