Pramod Pradhan
I look at flowers,and compare life with them.A question springs within me:why isn’t life beautiful like flowers?
The river is flowing in forceful currents,I...
Som Nath Ghimire
Whether I gallop or staggerTo destinations—distant or nearWhether I chase sunshine or shadowsWhether my eyes are full of dreams or tearsWhether I...
Babu Ram Shrestha ‘Yatri’
Confidently I have seen I have suffered I read every day Rulers
My experience Is longer than that of the rulersThey keep coming back I will not return...
Poshan Pandey
The fight was between gods and demonsit was about churning the deepsand about elixir and poison.
Why should that wanderer alonedrink all the poisondeliberately…?
Why...
Suraj Raj Keshari
Life passed by millennial falls And hundreds of decades, of springs and all The storm tried to root me up Yet, I am here Since the...
Ram DayalRakesh
One fine morningI was walking along a pacca roadEnjoying the soft shower of rainThe rivers and rivulets were full of watersNature was red...
Manprasad Subba
George,the three words you laboriously utteredbefore you ceased to bebeneath the avalanche of snow-white knee,now thundering in the sky of America and everywhere,loudly...
Manprasad Subba
Eachdropof wordstricklingdownquietlyfrom your eyeswashed the mistof my passion in such a wayit turned into a mirrorof crystal-flowing waterin which your face blushedand in...
