Born and raised in the remote village,
my life echoed around village and not beyond.
Fortunate that I got this human life,
Yet, many things were missing from my life.
My neighbourhood friends giggled and laughed,
with their mom and dad by their side,
while I watched silently crying within,
for I was denied of such privileges.
However, I pulled on my life,
with my only mom behind me,
who took the role of a father, too.
When my friends wore new and warm clothes,
I put on the rags for the sake of covering myself.
When my friends were in the street,
Playing sports full of fun,
I was in the field guarding the crops or working,
to feed ourselves.
Oh! How I wished to be like them,
free and joyful in the play field.
As a child, I used to envy their life,
but I managed to embrace my own life.
Despite being illiterate and single mother,
She visualized my future in education,
hence, I was enrolled in the school like any other friends.
I walked in the rain and sun,
to get an education was never easy.
My friends carried colorful umbrellas and raincoat,
but I had a piece of plastic sheet over me,
barely enough to protect the rain.
Oh! How painful it was to my tender heart,
and my self-esteem but I pulled on.
When my friends welcomed winter vacation,
it was another dreadful journey for me,
as I had to work during harsh winter,
to earn for my next year’s schooling.
With blisters on hands and cracks on the feet,
though tough for my tender flesh and bones,
I endured every hardship at young age.
My childhood days were not so comfortable,
Yet, I enjoyed in my own ways.
When I look back to my yesteryears,
my eyes get flooded with tears,
and the pain in my bones still lingers,
but those are the memories that I cherish now and forever,
as I don’t have the luxury to turn back the clock.
There are thousands of reasons to celebrate,
as I was not flawed in my childhood upbringing,
and that my mother single handedly nurtured me,
and educated me to be a better person.
~ Yeshi Nidup