Keshab Sigdel
The wakeup bell ringsIt's eight in the morningA bouquet of fresh flower waits outsideWith a birthday card pinned into itFoodmandu has delivered my...
Manju Kanchuli (Tiwari)
An old woman peeps through her windowDemocracy in her yard Resting under her chinHer own beautiful wrinkled hand A wonderful formless form in peacefulnessChiseling...
Ishwor KadelA flint from an inglenookjust after one of the cracksdescends and survives in her hearth. At day,She goes for hunting far and widefights fiercely runs behind...
Bidhan Acharya
I am in love with youEvery morningWhen you have your headred with neonatal beamsI breathe with your coldnessA fresh cold wave from you...
Ashma AryalÂ
Clouds hit and rained Tears welled up in my eyes Then I started to believeClouds and our eyes are similar, and same are rain and tears.
Just...
JN Dahal
A traumatic and inconsiderable storynight before the boy left home.Monsters raped his mom and aunt! Rural women had dreadful incidents.
Oh boy! I know you got...
Rajendra Shalabh
Aama,rises up earlyand spreads warmthJust as the sun does.
From the east to the westfrom morning till eveningWhen the rays exhaustafter distributing themselves all...
Eagam Khaling
Black and long hairsExtend down from the top of the head,Up to the buttocks; big eyes,Like wine from a thousand-year-old barrel can be...
Bhikhi Prasad Beerendra’
I have come to a restaurant today, built on a townshipand stand on its entrance that opens into a beautiful park.Bottles of...