Ishwar Ballabh
Previously his heart was cruel,Today this river is being cruelSeemingly without banksIt is flowing everywhere.
Perhaps your travails, too,Are like that very riverEntangled, without...
Sunita Khanal
My mother often says—The shadow that throngs the money treeIs that of your father.
Since that dayAnother shadow has been thronging the base of...
Chirag Chaitanya
Out of the blueYou make your presence felt,Smitten by cold,Have glimpse of the sun occasionally sprouting;No darkness dare dance.
Cracks in your bosom,Fettered wounds...
By Pushpa Raj Paudel
A little dove sat on my window this morning,Chocked by lockdown, like my mind’s burning,Behind my confinement she asked for reason,Although...
By Hem Bishwakarma
Crawling from the eastCatching a shawl of a hillThe sun had to wave its red handsAlong the kitchen, courtyard and turmeric shrubsThe...
By Suvanga Parajuli
I was his discovery,or a prize perhaps
It was thenwhen I was swimming in the bluest of the skiesafter the clouds eloped with windhe...
By Subash Singh Parajuli
Seeking rights of life and freedom from terrorists’ doomI sailed with closest friends and heir of mineSearching for home away from...
By Sushant Kumar BK
The morning sunrays are reaching the earth,And a soft breeze is touching my hair,Daffodils are dancing beautifully,And the cuckoo is singing...