The Day I Receive My Salary Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

The Day I Receive My Salary
At least twelve days in a year
I can enchant all most my dears.
All waiting impatiently, for my come back
But none of them, perceives load on my back.

Shoes for my son, Jean pant for young sister
Sari for my beloved, red frock for my daughter.
So many plastic bags full of sweet gifts
They all claim, me as sweet and swift.

But none asked, why not anything for yourself
I perceived, I am not here, to earn for myself.
Dedication & devotion for family, is my clarity
My heart always beats with its own purity.

The day I receive my salary for enjoyment
Really sounds like the day of Enlightenment.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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2019....April 16.....4.59 pm