Ram DayalRakesh
One fine morningI was walking along a pacca roadEnjoying the soft shower of rainThe rivers and rivulets were full of watersNature was red...
Manprasad Subba
George,the three words you laboriously utteredbefore you ceased to bebeneath the avalanche of snow-white knee,now thundering in the sky of America and everywhere,loudly...
Manprasad Subba
Eachdropof wordstricklingdownquietlyfrom your eyeswashed the mistof my passion in such a wayit turned into a mirrorof crystal-flowing waterin which your face blushedand in...
Manprasad Subba
Somewhere inside the chestA gentle ticklingAnd the ripples…
In the cave of the chestOh!…Oh!!…Reverberating…Echoing…
The sun’s feetStepping softlyOn the tree leaves
Day laughs with end-to-end rows...
Manprasad Subba
From the snout ofa speech's machinegun,words are being firedin the mid-square.
Sitting in the verandah of a city house,I am watching peoplewalk to and...
Kartikeya Ghimire
“Friends, how shall we celebrate the New Year?” asked Chante, the leader of the ants in the village of Betali.
“By eating, drinking and...
Rupsingh Bhandari
A year of fear2020Tearing a stretched dark long-nightWe want to wake upUnboxing a surprise giftIn 2021.
Learned a lot, in its courseTried to patrol...