Abhi Subedi
Street
Sometimes I wriggle, tickled by crowds,Sometimes I climb up to your doorstepsTo beg for alms for the martyrs,And there you put it in...
Naba Sapkota
Dust!Yes, Dust!!Dust, doomed to be stepped upon, crushed and bleared.This dust,doomed to bear other's feet and wears, ever!This dust –paltry at looks! Without...
Shailendra Sakar
No matter how much you scream in agonyStanding against God on the streetOr, in the ecstasy of happinessSing songs in admiration of life,It...
Bhuwan Dhungana
On a smallrectangular mat,I am searching for the map of the countrysomewhere, seeking a definition.Life too is an art;I have mastered the art...
How did you get into reading?
Interesting, Wonderful beginning. There are two phases Uday. I started reading Hindi magazines from my early childhood. I...
