RESTRAINTA Poem by Dr Sharmila ParajuliSome moments when the emotions become volcanic just like this!Ever since I was a child, I was being told that I
have to control my emotion I kept on controlling it for years and years till
the time it suddenly became an explosion My tiny heart had been holding it for so many years Till the time it burst out in public with embarrassing
tears All those years the only thing I crave for was a
little bit of love and respect People came forward to see more likely if I survived
rather than to be checked It can be frustrating when you feel like you’re
always the one helping others And, I find myself surrounded by people who do not
value my well-being, including my own brothers Even when people told me bluntly that I should lose
weight I was raised such that all I could answer was “Thank
you, you’re great” Ya, people do rush in and give me so many
unsolicited advice on career and raising kids Every day, every single minute, I find myself as a
giant wound covered in bandages and grids I’m quite aware that desires make you weak and
wanting make you dependent and vulnerable But critical evaluations from every passerby about
what you should have done to suppress those makes the emotions insufferable Well then, what am I supposed to say? Or should I
ignore everything and practice to be a saint? Or should I practice more skills in the arts of
self-restraint? © 2025 Dr Sharmila Parajuli |
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Added on August 5, 2025 Last Updated on August 5, 2025 AuthorDr Sharmila ParajuliKathmandu, Hindu, NepalAboutI am a full-time Pathologist with experience of over 15 years in reporting histopathology with emphasis on gynae-pathology. Part-time writer who loves to write on issues that need to be talked about .. more.. |

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