My only son has gone abroad

So that our living he could afford

The lonely hut is like a body without soul

Still mortgaged are walls, pillars and pole

His father - a patriot and partially my partner

Lived for motherland, deserted me earlier

The voices of agents and makers of nation

Consoled my tears with promises of ration

Few months were thankful I utterly assent  

Misfortunes afterwards shameful to present

Lecherous and devils round in all directions

Ravishing your chastity be what in relations

A widow with an infant to exist and nourish

Molested severely by whom you can't punish

Scars on the breast and conscience unhealed

Frequently remind me the torments concealed

My grownup replica, driven by unemployment

Is collecting riyals to remittance supplement

Smile of my grandson, solitude of his mom

Inquire his arrival " when papa will come?"

A speechless grandma" how long she lies?"

To cover the wretchedness in tearful eyes

By Dipesh Kumar Bhagat

From: Nepal

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