Rabindra Mishra

Naked brown torsos

Dry withered breasts

Wrinkled and sucked

Their belly stuck to their bones

And midriff wrapped in a ragged cloth

And naked children

Who slept with empty stomachs last night

Stare in silence suckling their fingers

For years I have been studying about them

They have been the evidences of my research

They have been the colours of my creation

Part of my introduction

Only after watching their pictures

On a facebook exhibition

I realised

It was only me who had changed in their names

They still are

What they were yesterday…

Rabindra Mishra | 1st October 2011, Kathmandu