Poetry

Sushant Thapa Today I feel happy. I have found the lyrics To the playground of the heart. Let it rain, Let it drench me to

Taijas Sharma  Mother was my first book, The one I read since birth. Page by page, It taught me love, The only word The caged

Sameen Shakya Torn tundras. Tumultuous times. Toil and trouble. Unpack the mind. See what spillage has leaked within from eyes, ears and mouth. Even skin.

Sushant Thapa The thunder spoke In stormy silence That grew Like a poisonous hemlock tree. I buried the news headlines, Hefted my bag of life

Sushant Thapa Revolution Getting inspired is Like the click Of the gun, Only I use it To kill the baddies. The goodies lie too humble

Sameen Shakya The children are always innocent. They didn’t ask to be born. Nor be coddled or left alone. But be guided with warm hands

Narayan Khanal I wish to seek Entering the city of the heart Religion and gender Faith and belief Of the soul. And I want to

Taijas Sharma I smoke Probably my last smoke. I’ve burned everything Letters, pendants, Book, trinkets, Portraits and clothes Before I came here. Ah, this place!

Baskota Dhananjaya (for the nameless mason) Crowds. Crowds upon crowds. Fingers— Pointed at him, Brother… who are you? He does not answer. No— He is

Chaitanya Adhikari  Before you called it ‘Yeti’ And now you call it ‘Alien’ My dear friends and professors! I admire this fantastic imagination But let