Niraj DahalThat distant sunComes to touch me every dayBut my grandchildren playing in the front-yardDo not come to touch me.The sun doesn’t abhor anyone,...
Bhupal Rai
The dark and overused potwhich my mother had continuously used in the kitchenFor the post for yearsbroke suddenly.
No rumpus was createdEven my father...
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...