Nepali* is my wife.
English is my mistress.
My wife is my life,
simple and graceful.
I understand her every mood
and she does mine.
She takes care of my kids,
my home – everything.
To tell you the truth,
without her I’m nothing.
She is the sunshine of my life –
but she’s just a housewife.
My mistress is the salt of my life,
modern and charming.
She’s a living encyclopedia;
I can talk about anything with her.
She keeps me in touch with things
and helps me deal with strangers.
The world outside my home
would be quite dark without her.
I owe her so much in my life
but she can’t be my wife.
I love them both equally well –
and my biggest problem is
I don’t want to lose
either of them.
*Nepali is the poet’s first language.