Guest House For Daughter A Surge Of Pain, I Do Feel From Inside When The House I Was Born, Turns No House For Me. The Window From Where I Watched My School Bus And The Garden Wher Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Guest House For Daughter
A surge of pain, I do feel from inside
When the house I was born, turns no house for me.
The window from where I watched my school bus
And the garden where I rejoiced my childhood plays
All start to observe and behave me like 'A STRANGER '.
When I got married with someone I loved....
Suddenly the climate of my house changed.
Authority I gained, suspended in vain
My own house turned Guest House For Me then.
I may not need to tell you all....
Who is in charge of this guest house.
No doubt I still love my culture..
Contentment and sacrifice, I was taught
I don't know where I belonged...to
Husband's house or...house I was born.