My Mom’s Secret My mom bears the chronicle of Nepali women in her rough hands hardened by time and in the wrinkles of her jittery countenance She is a history never to be written because nothing big happened in her life When she had to get a toy to play with she got a bridal veil and the in-law’s house where rules were made only for her. There, she learned to listen and endure: Commands, slaps, humiliation, torture A good woman was a silent woman A good woman begets lots of kids My mom was successful My mom always nods her head in agreement because she has never disagreed in her life She agreed to be bride when she was seven She agreed all those nightmares of her unwanted pregnancies She agreed to be mother in her late teens She agreed to be a legitimate slave to a house where a cat also waited for her service. Out of many things my illiterate mom learned was the meaning of the word battering which meant “love” in her new house. Blinded by that love long ago Now in her seventies, she told me a secret that she wanted to beget only sons.
Narayan Bhattarai comes from Albany, California. He is a father of two happy kids. He is a lover of poems, songs and stories. At the age of thirty-two he decided to migrate to USA from Nepal. He loves wander in greenery. He is a positive thinker and a philanthropist. His poems have been published in a few journals and anthologies across the globe.