Being Nepali

So what questions are you going to ask me?

The name of the thirty two million gods?

How many spoons of ghee in the rice pudding?

Whether the awning of Pashupati is gold or silver?

Did Prithvi Narayan Shah, in that story, eat rice or corn?

So what are you going to make me do?

The dance of Annapurna with me clanking the bells?

Or force me into hiding from sunlight four days every month?

And then bow my head to my fathers and grandfathers?

But they have all died and disappeared,

and I did try in time – so,

Will that be enough now?

Have I appeased you and apologized enough?

For being away too long

Have I proved to you yet?

I really am from your land.