Memory packed in Dal Bhat

Today (20 February, 2025) I was assigned to compose a poem instantly by looking at this picture. And then, obeying my teacher's instruction, I wrote one poem.

Here it is:

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"Memory Packed in Dal Bhat" 

When I was a child,
my mom used to cook dal bhat.
feed me with her hands full of love,
I always remember those days.

But now I am living far and alone,
I'm missing my mom,
I'm missing the food cooked by her.
I'm missing the way she used to feed me.

I'm missing everything.
my home, my family, and my friends.

And I don't know when I will meet them??

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I don't know how it is, but it's the way I expressed my emotions...

After coming home, I looked at the poem again and want to publish it on my blog without delay. Then I started revising the literature notebook where I had written about use of literacy devices. I went through some pages and tried 2-3 times and finally made it.

The final version looks like this:


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"Memory Packed in Dal Bhat" 

When I was a child,
Mom used to cook dal bhat,
feeding me with her hands,
filled with love.

Now, I live far from home,
alone, on my own.
I miss her,
I miss her food,
I miss the way she used to feed me.

I miss everything,
my home, my family, my friends.

And I don’t know

when I’ll see them again. 

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I tried using some literary devices to make it even better, but it didn't work as I expected. I'll learn more things and try to write even more better poems and other sorts of writing.


Author:

Lovedev Sharma
Undergraduate Student
BA (English Studies) & B.Ed. (TESOL)
Kathmandu University, School of Education

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"Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he is." – Shree Krishna




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