Tika Ram Khanal
The door is openFor the entry of ideas,For service and human welfareAnd, to eliminate inequality and povertyNo where is the door closedTo...
The Dusty Lane and the GulmoharThe April summer evening was like any other day in Kolkata,Across the serrated landscapes of the dust-ridden lanes, yellow...
Asif Altaf
Seeing my face in a broken mirrorI have broken myselfInto piecesMany a time.My dreams are brokenWith the broken mirror.The other name of dreamIs...
Himal Limbu
"I am proud of you, my darling."
Saying this, Numa's mother hugged her daughter wholeheartedly. She kissed at her forehead. "We are really proud...
Himal LimbuIn quiz, skit, debate and elocutionStudents must have participation.Result and reaction of the contestMake them nerves of steel at best. *Essay, story, play and...
Ombahadur Bagale ThapaA student, a youthWho used to have plenty of dreams in lifeNow they are afraid of a good dine.Friends,Who used to share the feelings...
Badaldevi Chamling
Up on the hill, there lies a villageA shadowy zone nestles in the villageDew zealously governs the zoneUntil the sun calls the noon.The...