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Poetry

My Own Little Self

Anoushka Poudel I think I was a lucky child,Born with a little bit of glowing fire.I was angry and always fought the world.I was barely...

The Story of a Cruel Mind

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...

Money Tree

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...

To the Earth

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...

With a Little Dove

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...

My Country could not be Springtide

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...

The Story of My Village

By Sundar Shireesh My village Is like a real village.In the villageThe cock’s crow wakes up before the mornAnd the sun wakes up together with the...

Trophy of My Beloved

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...

Like Migratory Birds

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...

I Lost My ‘I’

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...

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