Poetry

Radha Jha She asks me why no sketches for me, why no poems for me? All I can say is how !! Yes, how ?

Manisha Sultaniya They called her dusky, ugly, and thin, Their cruel words dug deep within. Depression wrapped its arms around her, Self-love felt lost, too

Sameen Shakya The last time I stuck my head in hiding and thought the world was ending, I found it to be an exaggeration till

Taijas Sharma I know My man Short age and long gene Like a prison cell within himself And the spring of reverse thoughts Where everything

Hazel Bhattarai Nirvika’s old house was magical.We had sleepovers every weekend.We used our magic wands to get coins fromher parents’ closet and went to Five

Rameshwar Yadav Who will give to the poor? When they walk the streets, there’s no one to be found. Empty sidewalks echo their cries, no

Jayant Sharma I was born in fire, minted with a king’s face, my surface gleaming, my value unquestioned. I was crisp, a promise in metal,

Radha Jha As if my brain is going to bleed, And my nerves will burn by the fire in it, There is no peace in

Debabrata Maji The storm has come,Leaves are falling—The palm tree’sHead is shaking.Birds are returningTo their homes,Straws flyIn the whirling wind. Grass gathersIn a tumbling heap,The