Poetry by Sharmila Pokharel

Up Until Then I hated my mother for being unwise, Uneducated, and under his thumb I compared her with my father Disliked more for not knowing Anything about my grades My mother said she was by herself In one corner of a dark room When she gave birth to me No midwife, no sterile knifeContinue reading “Poetry by Sharmila Pokharel”