Bijaya Dhakal White flowers look clean and beautifulThey may be dirty or clean nobody knows;Brown and black flowers look dirtyEven though beautiful.There was...
Sambandh BhattaraiWhen rain had seized Kathmandu,And the roads had turned to rivers;The dullard buildings with their ashen chimneys,Alone, forlorn, all shivered.When rain...
Sushant Thapa The laughter that brokeSweetened the air.The arrival started. Only footsteps could comprehendThe anticipations and delight.The sound of silence,Cleared its pathTo the...
Bijaya Dhakal White flowers look clean and beautifulThey may be dirty or clean nobody knows;Brown and black flowers look dirtyEven though beautiful.There was...