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...
Kanad Maharshi
While I was composing poemson palaces and templeson priests and masterson statues and the nobleswhile I was contemplating poemsin the servitude of power...
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...
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...
Manjul Miteri
Orimen!Oh Orimen!Mouthful of your tiffinSnatched by the ‘Little Boy’ away!The Tiffin box, adorned with flowersScattered and spoilt;Blown out brutally,A handful of your young...
