Toya Gurung
DeepTerraces down the hill,A couple of shapely damselsFrom BhirboteDiverting water into the canalTurn by turn in a mutual exchange of labourWith the boys...
Hemant Biwas
Like a motherWho, winding strands of patienceLifts her sickly child all along the wayUntil she reaches the hospital doorsI also carried clay smeared...
Hemant Kandel
Showing courtesy for my woundsPitying on my situation with all their goons,Scrambling my mood through rough fateWhat’s all they for care till this...
Prabesh Chapagain
Thrust into ‘becoming’, this existence: a paradox it seems!Where life and death in two spectrums,Ever toys with the ‘being’ in question.
Suckling on life’s...
Bal Krishna Sama
My love, I am completely healed,and the body cent-percent lightenedeven more than a fallen flower.Why do you stilllet the torrents of tears...
— Prof. Jagat Upadhaya ‘Prekshit’
Translation of “Natakkar Balkrishna Sama ra unko Amar Singh”, done by Bal Ram Adhikari & Hari Prasad Paudel
A brief introduction to...
