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Poetry

My heart still blows…

b. bileen climbing the mountain of sorrows,with the rope of your absence,I evacuated my deep river of silence those mischiefs,unquenched thirsts,peeled but sealed memories,and your departure...

Pandemic 2020

Prarambha Budhathoki Powerful or powerless she is reluctant to spareWithout applying safety measures it is obvious to spreadSocial distancing, the only present-time solutionTo keep ourselves...

Let My Eyes See the World

Amit Pokhrel Looking at my dying father,I could smell my heart rotting— Like dead flesh. We all must have known what it means to die.For even when...

‘Preyers’

Sitaram Bhatta Early in the morning,a neighbor of minewith long black hairdrenched from recent bathis plucking flowersfrom another neighbor’s gardenstretching her hand over the wall.This...

Hope

Tika Ram Khanal Nowadays,as clouds of imaginationare trying to rain downas reality,drops of hope areflying towards the skyas vapor  * * *

Nepal

Dharanidhar Koirala Nepal! Bright is your countenanceWill I see it, or die beforehand?This worry pricks my heart alwaysAnd waves between hope and despair! Mother I call,...

The Buddhas should Dance this Moment

Sudeep Pakhrin Shaking out of their deep contemplationsthe Buddhas shouldrise from their Samadhi, this momentand dance in frenzywithout a care.Wars, in their cravings for peaceshould...

A Capital Away from Yours

Rabat O, Dolma!Take from your legendary puba draught of chhyang,strewn with maggots slithering all throughand come out;let’s dance—you and Iin Gangnam Style.Your crimson face, after...

Garland of Rainbow

Suresh Hachekali Colors in rainbow live tolerating other colorsfor tremendous beautyand do not obstructthe tender songs of love for life. From one horizonTo the distance one,...

People Aren’t What They Seem

Gita RegmiPeople aren’t how we seeThey aren’t what we view“A heart shared between me and you.”Is an illusion and not true.One’s own problems, own...

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