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Chatpata Chana and Bechu Dai

Santosh Kumar Pokharel It was about my childhood while I was studying in a junior class. My father had first admitted me to Lahan High...

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THE ASCENDING

Manprasad Subba He, as usual, is out on his evening-walk. And again he has arrived at that point from where his eyes slowly ascend from...

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Who Is Holy Here?

Sushant Thapa Before switching on the light of his home for the evening Sagar always stood for a while. He was considered somewhat unholy and...

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Please Do not Come so Close, Mother !

Ayodhyanath Choudhary Please do not come so close, Mother!I do not dare to touch those little feetAnd put my forehead thereonThe atmosphere is polluted with...

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Rivers Are Unlike Humans

Bhupeen Khadka Rivers,unlike humans engage in politicsnot even are diplomaticbreaking the walls of dead consciousnesslifting the vile handsdo not throw mud at each otherdo not...

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Religion: An Antiquated Canon

Pukar Dhital To begin with, the writer of this article has no clue why he has chosen this subject to write about! Well, upon deeper...

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Two Village Poems

REMIKA THAPA Village Poem -1When peach trees blossom, when cherry trees are in bloom or when rice ears sway in breeze, village is to be visited. Abandoning the machine...

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The only Medium for Communication with You

Tali Cohen Shabtai"You are so beautiful,if I were youngpoems would be the only medium forcommunication with you"You see, I have a quill madefrom a...

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Satya Narayan Sardar 'Grandpa, grandpa!' Sailesh approached. 'What happened?' The grandfather asked. 'Adhik Lal grandfather is found dead in his house this morning.' 'Really?' The grandfather looked with...

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