I know I left you when you were sick
But there was no way for me to make you better
I tried with all my means to care for you and cure you
But I was helpless, despairing, and frustrated.
That’s why like others I also chose to leave you
I know you wanted me to leave,
That’s why you made it possible for me to leave.
Every night after I got home from a day of hard work
I called to console you that I am doing fine here.
Never expressing my pain and despair
But you knew my pain
I tried to hide it but it was in vain
Because you had learned to understood me even before I was born.
You talked with me though I was yet to be born
You provided comfort to me in the womb
Never complaining about my kicks, punches, and disrespect.
But today when you truly needed my help, I am not with you
And now they call me not your son, but a foreigner
I need a visa just to meet you and see you
So I ask you to keep me in your heart
Do not sweep me away like dust.
I am a part of you and that is why
My heart aches when you call me N R N.
What of Lahure, Madan, Buddha, or Bhrikuti
Do you also call them an N R N and abandon them?
Don’t you feel pride for them?
From the book “The dream we had together”