Sunita Khanal
From the dayYou left/departedI became like a half-hillEroded by riverObserving aloneThe field awaiting for sweatFlute waiting for tuneLane waiting for footstepsAnd age awaiting...
Sudarshan Poudel
Entrances to hospitals are not as narrowAs are the paths along which thoughts travel;The doses of drugs are much more understandable
While previous life plays hide-and-seek in a cloud of mistYet, grasping the roots of the past
Men of...
Suman Pokharel
Lost in its maze Buried in its sound I'm reading this market–Listening to its crescendo. –How much is this cock? –No, I'm not going –Come, what may! –Oh, look...
Kartikeya Ghimire
Day I
“Did you close the door?” Nayan’s father asked his mother.
“Yes, I did. How afraid you are?” the mother said, screaming.
“During the lock-down...
Pramod SarangPeople, saying the last prayers of their lifeLand in the villagesTired of living;Or say, those waiting for doomsdayToo show up in the villageVanquished...
Manjul Miteri
Orimen!Oh Orimen!Mouthful of your tiffinSnatched by the ‘Little Boy’ away!The Tiffin box, adorned with flowersScattered and spoilt;Blown out brutally,A handful of your young...