Birds
The first time
I heard English
it sounded like a factory.
Busy, noisy, banging machines.
The first words
I heard in my new school
were, “Welcome to our classroom.”
I did not understand,
so I said, “Yes.”
Now, Nepalese sounds like fast flying birds.
Striped Tail
In Katmandu there are no garbage cans.
Papers, food, trash.
People just throw it in the streets.
The buses are full of people,
inside, and on top of the roof.
There are no seats up there,
just a ladder connected to the bus,
going down the back like a striped tail.
Even when the bus is moving,
People climb up the ladder.
My mom and I only rode inside
because she says the roof
is too dangerous.
Frog Talk
The Kalimati is the place with all the restaurants.
You can get samosas and laddu.
Shopkeepers yell, “A ata timro laddu ra pedha.”
My mom buys four samosas.
We eat them with our hands.
Then we go home.
At night,
through the windows,
I hear frog talk.
It sounds like frogs
But it might be the stars
Twinkling.
About the Author
Hi! My name is Pradipti. I live in San Francisco with my mom and dad. I am eight years old. My favorite things to do are knitting and drawing. When I grow up I want to be a lawyer. I want to be the kind of lawyer who helps people who do not have very much power. I also want to be a lawyer because there are no lawyers in my family. I’m the tiniest kid in my class. It makes me sad when people say I’m little. This is my first published book.
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