top of page
แองเคอ 1
Poems connecting
the good relationship
between Thailand and Nepal
Mother
My mother is a seamstress.
The threads in the bobbin of the sewing machine,
which keep spinning for her entire life,
could tie the whole globe and cease its rotation.
The sewing machine is her soul,
the scent of the fabric is her life.
If we are able to sense the textile,
we could still carry on with our lives.
If the machinery still growls as days pass by,
I will be able to go to school and get educated like others do.
I am not the owner
of the questions
I am not the owner of the questions
I did not plant the flowers
But the world cultivated them
The beauteous flowers do not belong to anyone
Are butterflies so possessive of the pollens even just the grains?
Will bees cling on to the nectar till the end of time?
bottom of page