Bijaya Dhakal White flowers look clean and beautifulThey may be dirty or clean nobody knows;Brown and black flowers look dirtyEven though beautiful.There was...
Sambandh BhattaraiWhen rain had seized Kathmandu,And the roads had turned to rivers;The dullard buildings with their ashen chimneys,Alone, forlorn, all shivered.When rain...
Bijaya Dhakal White flowers look clean and beautifulThey may be dirty or clean nobody knows;Brown and black flowers look dirtyEven though beautiful.There was...
Sambandh BhattaraiWhen rain had seized Kathmandu,And the roads had turned to rivers;The dullard buildings with their ashen chimneys,Alone, forlorn, all shivered.When rain...