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With a Little Dove

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...

My Country could not be Springtide

By Hem Bishwakarma Crawling from the eastCatching a shawl of a hillThe sun had to wave its red handsAlong the kitchen, courtyard and turmeric shrubsThe...

The Story of My Village

By Sundar Shireesh My village Is like a real village.In the villageThe cock’s crow wakes up before the mornAnd the sun wakes up together with the...

Trophy of My Beloved

By Suvanga Parajuli I was his discovery,or a prize perhaps  It was thenwhen I was swimming in the bluest of the skiesafter the clouds eloped with windhe...

Like Migratory Birds

By Subash Singh Parajuli Seeking rights of life and freedom from terrorists’ doomI sailed with closest friends and heir of mineSearching for home away from...

The Golden Plate

Once upon a time in a place called Seri, there were two salesmen of pots and pans and hand-made trinkets. They agreed to divide...

I Lost My ‘I’

By Sushant Kumar BK The morning sunrays are reaching the earth,And a soft breeze is touching my hair,Daffodils are dancing beautifully,And the cuckoo is singing...

Archanaa’s Secret Hole

By Azapaa Lohani “Hello Class,” said Lily as she walked into the class. Lily was the class teacher of grade four. “Hello Madam Lily!” greeted the...

The Narrow Gullies

By Shraddha Pokharel The day was very cold.  She could feel the air gush past her ears and pierce the green trousers of her kurta....

The Show

By Geeta Keshary It’s November, and the tinge of Tihar has turned the air quite festive. Fair-price shops have been opened at places, especially for...

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