Photo & Poetry:
Tirtha Shrestha
Mother
Becoming a mother
is utterly taxing
like a hill
One has to become a plain
after scaling to the top
and an uphill
after reaching the plain
Becoming a mother
is utterly taxing
like a hill
Where do the progenies reach
like rivers?
Where do dreams reach like the free-flying birds?
The mothers are doomed
to become a travelers'- rest, near a hill
becoming a mother is tough
becoming a mother
is as tough
as being a hill.
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Translation: Mahesh Paudyal
