I’m from Palmolive dish soap and colorful hot cases
from the bushes outside the house and the exotic garden
I’m from the beautiful and bright marigolds
from the tulsi plant and green chili peppers
I’m from aromatic rice and vegetables
and the bamboo shoots sizzling in the kitchen
I’m from the silver anklets I wore when I was small
and the holy Hindu scriptures
I’m from the many valiant gods I worship
a Brahmin family is where I’m from
I’m from Christmas presents and thanksgiving turkey
Dashain traditions and Tihar celebrations
I’m from Kathmandu city and the snowy peaks of Mt. Everest
the roads of Dhading and the mighty river Bagmati
I’m from Harvard Square and Lexington Center
from the beautiful Maligaon and the pretty little hut in Kanakot
I’m from the smell of Nepali spices
from “I am proud of you” and “try harder next time”
I’m from those who fell before I rose
those whose noble deeds still run in my blood
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Wow! Simply Wow!!! “I’m from the smell of Nepali spices”
This line simply touches my heart.
Good job Aarju.
you’re from your mind and nowhere else.
Home Homage is Holy …
Full of Holistic Hoist …
Keep it up 🙂
Good tribute to the homeland
>>I’m from — and “try harder next time”
good one that one.
Aarju, good start. Keep up the good work!
Exemplary,quintessence,highly Spirited,bountiful, rich imagination , feeling of Self respect, pride and portrayal of humane feeling that has equilibriated values as in two sides of a LIBRA.
Certainly, your noble blood most have some poetry magic, please ask to your Parents. I feel that you are inclined towards the Holy Scripture GITA that talks on Krsna Consciousness. But I never believed anybody could get into the Verses and know thyself. Knowing thyself is knowing others. So, We need to know “WHOAMI”(some OS has this command too), then know others and can encourage others for following the same trend of knowing themselves, so, everybody has one common theme, goal, and network for a common objective, Forming society of self-revealed ones.
You are on the Earth
Beneath the serene Sky
Built the traverse
and you have grown more high.
Hi Aarju – you must be daughter of Rudra and Muna. I love your poem. You have shown your affection to your diversified background starting from food to places. Good job – please keep writing. I have heard about you form one of my friends who had visited Boston – but have never seen you.