Saru Pokhrel
Recalling his nest left behindHe has arrived now,With the falling of dusk,Like early-flying doves,Searching for his own old footprints:“To his birthplace.”
The city with...
Dadhi Ram Panthi
What happens whenThe city suffers?Does it expand vaster than empiresOr stink like rotten salad?How does the city survive?Does it survive counting deathsOr...
Padam Bishwokarma
I am the skyHoly like the firmament; pure like the blueAnd utterly guiltless.
When a veil of cloud gathersUnderneath the pristine skyA storm brews...
