Asmita Manandhar
My conscience sits in a prisonit cannot breathe, cannot make a decisionmy love,she presses her fingers between minepretending to make our own little...
Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
The parents objected,And society cursed their love.Issue was the same: racial, material.But O Hatred! Protest!What magical power thou possess!Love intensified even more;And...
Gopi Krishna Dhungana
I must compose a long, long poemAbout those subalterns of SpivakWho couldn’t speak at allWho were left anonymous andWho pretended to move...
Sunita Khanal
From the dayYou left/departedI became like a half-hillEroded by riverObserving aloneThe field awaiting for sweatFlute waiting for tuneLane waiting for footstepsAnd age awaiting...
Sudarshan Poudel
Entrances to hospitals are not as narrowAs are the paths along which thoughts travel;The doses of drugs are much more understandable
While previous life plays hide-and-seek in a cloud of mistYet, grasping the roots of the past
Men of...
Suman Pokharel
Lost in its maze Buried in its sound I'm reading this market–Listening to its crescendo. –How much is this cock? –No, I'm not going –Come, what may! –Oh, look...
Pramod SarangPeople, saying the last prayers of their lifeLand in the villagesTired of living;Or say, those waiting for doomsdayToo show up in the villageVanquished...