Biwash Pokharel
With this heart forced-frozen like a stone,I, your mother, am letting you flowIn waterMy joy, my soul, my dreamYou go down, flowingStop wherever...
Ishwar Ballabh
Previously his heart was cruel,Today this river is being cruelSeemingly without banksIt is flowing everywhere.
Perhaps your travails, too,Are like that very riverEntangled, without...
Sunita Khanal
My mother often says—The shadow that throngs the money treeIs that of your father.
Since that dayAnother shadow has been thronging the base of...
Kashiraj Pandey
A tall middle-aged woman, accompanied by a handsome-looking boy of about six years of age, descends the stairway from the airliner at Kathmandu...
Chirag Chaitanya
Out of the blueYou make your presence felt,Smitten by cold,Have glimpse of the sun occasionally sprouting;No darkness dare dance.
Cracks in your bosom,Fettered wounds...
By Pushpa Raj Paudel
A little dove sat on my window this morning,Chocked by lockdown, like my mind’s burning,Behind my confinement she asked for reason,Although...
