Niraj DahalThat distant sunComes to touch me every dayBut my grandchildren playing in the front-yardDo not come to touch me.The sun doesn’t abhor anyone,...
Bhupal Rai
The dark and overused potwhich my mother had continuously used in the kitchenFor the post for yearsbroke suddenly.
No rumpus was createdEven my father...
Pramod Pradhan
I look at flowers,and compare life with them.A question springs within me:why isn’t life beautiful like flowers?
The river is flowing in forceful currents,I...
