Hem Prabhas
He lifts his forehead and flings it hill-wardsDismembers his fingers and sends them plain-wards,Clad in life that indistinguishably looks like soil or garmentHe...
Arohi Adhikari
No, there's no goal ahead of herNeither does one know her dwelling placeShe appears moving on roadsidesThis way and thatWrapped in a thin...
Mahesh Acharya
I don’t knowWhich day and which nightShall be the last ones in lifeOur meetings can become the ultimate onesEven as we wrangle, claiming...
Bikash ThapaMother, innumerable dreams of mineWithered before I had sownMy green thoughts,But why?They were blazed before reaching the cremating place.Mother, should I enflameThis nation...
 Kushal DhitalThe place I was born inbecame my birthplaceand America, where I came to workturned out to be my workplace.It was my obligationto move...
Geeta PanthaThese days, peace holds a sit-in protest at Swayambhooand Buddha doesn’t open his eyes; no!Where is the country?A soiled shadow appears on the...
Lakshmi Mali
Grandfather calls you daughtermaternal uncle calls you elder sisterAnd my father calls you wifeand I call you motherMother, what is your name?
I went...
Gopal ‘Sikhar’ Regmi
Just the other day,you went past mea few people around mewere in terror and perplexity;you sneaked as a ghoulfrom near the corners...
Jagat Nabodit
With every moment of timethe robust Dharhara of our faith is crumbling;the flame of terroris spreading to the hapless village;in that case how...
Manish Lamichhane
a burn ofsorrowis better thanthat burn of lovethe pain of existenceis far nicerthan the painof the heart.
a silence ofthe truthechoes inthe streets ofthe...