Benju Sharma
Early morning on the head of the pillowSiren for the curfew blows,the siren of deathMovement of life is shot with bulletsthe sounds running...
Bhisma Upreti
A caravan of mulesjust went past this waystirring dust, as lovely as longingsand now,a band of weary portersis scaling the trail in the...
Kim J. Baaden, Germany
Observe preciselythe traffic on the roads,anywhere in the world.You will learn moreabout the citizen’s mindsetthan through 1000 conversations.Certificates are the goal.Factual...
Yogendra Guragain
These are the stairs where the dead gets burned to ashes.Nonetheless, the ghat looks lonely and bereft of dead bodies todayIts tranquility has...
RM Dangol
Every stepWhile taking a moveWe becoming aggressive as much as we thinkAnd the attack occurs continuously;We save ourselves as far as possibleThere is...
Sibu Dhakal
No sooner had she feltthe pelvic chill and the stainthan she was thrusted into the byre
and mured up thereinfollowed by rituals, thereafter,she could...
Babu Ram Shrestha ‘Yatri’
We are neither on the groundNor in the skyOr at workWe are busyJust hanging on wiresLike eyes rolling in the morningEvery...
Rajnimila
My presence in your scheduled life is A spark in the seamless dark, A hawk in a throng; Office and meetings of yours chew voraciously Lunch and dinner served...
Ganesh Khadka
With breast puffed with national song and eyes filled with remote dreamswhen everyone has departedmy country has been rendered forlornlike hapless elderly folks,...
Ganesh Ghimire
Long back,when truth was still livingwater happened to cross the limits of its conductby raising fishin the pond where stands Kathmandu today
At the...