SP Koirala
I am learning something from someone - relentlesslyI am hearing something from someone - ceaselesslyI am comprehending everything from everyone - continuallyand yet,...
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...
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...
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...
