July 21, 2023

The Leaf that Fell off the Tree

Ankita Pokharel Slowly, with a paused gust A leaf fell off Swaying in the air like a lady in a ballad A thought grasped my

Donkey Ride

Jernail S. Aanand  All who landed here Had consuming passion To reach Heaven But not all of them Were holding valid documents So, they were

Where the Soul Wants to Return to

 Shekhar Acharya  There must be something, Anywhere, at any place To return to, May be a home Each weekend, After a whole week of work


Badal Devi Chamling   It was not in my notice that I went treading mango-saplings— those dispersed on the way to bazaar. I wheeled back