Thankless Tear Poem by Nirmal Kumar Thapa

Thankless Tear

Never would I thank for the body to my fosterages,
Their coalesce efforts to bring me here,
Taking a moment, to seize
the senseless to sense-ness,
How they raise me is beyond the existing words;
Useless seems a "Thank" word for them,
It cannot hold my deep enough of respect for them,
Their blessings trails me like a brighter shadow
Being true, I was surprised at that trifling jiff,
While I put my desire in my heart;
Before, I my wish blooms, they smelled my needs,
and sent me from BAKUWA;
Have I not thanked them?
How can I thank?
There is no way.
At that very moment, of pain and delights,
My tears utterly rolling down through my eyes;
Wetting the feet of my unseen parents,
And solely connecting with them
Whom I much loved,
Often, I realized my tears of eyes,
Are equal to beautiful flowers
Blossoming with seasons and dying out as seasons,
Like a loop of seasons - Basanta and Sarad;
Tears and smiles are whirling and disappearing into me,
A body itself, a seeds of both;
Alike two eyes and hands,
Yes add again my parents
They are the most for me,
Who seeded me into the clay of senses?
Obviously, a majestic smile appears on my face,
While I recall treasured memories of my fosterages;
From the soundless frame,
Silently they send me;
God-like blessings with the floating winds,
With abundant love and gratitude,
My thankless tears is dropped in their feet for eternity,
Realizing, I m sure a cozy path of theirs highway, comfy-ing them.

-4th sept-2007