SP Koirala
I am learning something from someone - relentlesslyI am hearing something from someone - ceaselesslyI am comprehending everything from everyone - continuallyand yet,...
Kanad Maharshi
While I was composing poemson palaces and templeson priests and masterson statues and the nobleswhile I was contemplating poemsin the servitude of power...
Asmita Manandhar
My conscience sits in a prisonit cannot breathe, cannot make a decisionmy love,she presses her fingers between minepretending to make our own little...
Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
The parents objected,And society cursed their love.Issue was the same: racial, material.But O Hatred! Protest!What magical power thou possess!Love intensified even more;And...
Devi Prasad Thapa 'Mama'
Grandpa was quite old. Everyone said he would become God any time soon.
It was wintertime. The rain had stopped. Weather was...
Gopi Krishna Dhungana
I must compose a long, long poemAbout those subalterns of SpivakWho couldn’t speak at allWho were left anonymous andWho pretended to move...