Unseen Visitor

 You imprisoned in
Mother’s womb
When I was arrested and imprisoned
In social prison womb


Without seeking the sun and moon
Days and weeks
Months and years passed
And in the meantime you released from uterus
Keeping eternal pain
in my heart no one seen


Without a name and a born father
Grew up in a transitional time
And I put a name after three months


Relatives knew
But it concealed to neighbors


“Her father has been in abroad”


After almost six months
My daughter with mother
In front of the prison
Where crowding packed room in prison
Between the wall and through a small window fixed a
Small holes net
They have come to see me
.
Touching the iron bar
She was looking at me
Tears collapsed
Out of eyes of mother
But my eyes dried up
As the heart weeping


“This is your father”
Asked with sighs


She smiled
Looking at me.
Touching the iron bar.


Udaya R. Tennakoon

Post Teej Red Rose woman

Every where in Nepal
Like wise a garden blossomed red roses
Felt fascinating sceneries
One can think like a
Revolution done by communist women
But it’s a myth or may be an exaggeration


A few days happiness
Given by Hindu Tradition
To feast, to dance and to enjoy
Not for them almost
But for the shake of husbands


Fasting for good health and
Prosperity their husbands
To control their lives


A symbolic happiness
Eternal sorrow in it
Finishing day today works
Shouldering in bound burden
Into their soul


Keeping beauty
For sex and showcase and then
Bends to the other of rest.


God created and
After destroyed
Given deriving from
Tradition to the sign


A rose of slavery patriarchy
Naturally drying and eliminating
To the sun of god husband




Udaya R. Tennakoon
From Nepal