Poems

POEM: WILL the FLOWERS DANCE AGAIN?

Arun Sharma २०७९ श्रावण ११, बुधबार २१:३४ 0

The yellow marigold, red, pink, yellow and white roses White lilies, blue mimosa, the lotus white and pink…

Himal Khadka २०७९ श्रावण ९, सोमबार १६:३७ 0

Kaligandaki 1 - Madhab Prasad Ghimire Translation- Himal Khadka Beyond the peak of Machhapuchhre2 is…

Himal Khadka २०७९ श्रावण २, सोमबार ०९:५५ 0

This is the country of hoaxes. - Bhupi Sherchan Translation- Himal khadka Where the deaf…

र Arun Sharma २०७९ असार ३०, बिहीबार १४:०० 0

Inside the garden The red beautiful rose. She was gazing this shining drop on petal from heaven Wrinkled face…

साहित्यपोस्ट २०७९ असार २७, सोमबार ००:०१ 0

-Bhupi Sherchan All-day long, like a dry bamboo snoozing and regretting, at own hollowness…

र Kuma Raj Subedi २०७९ असार २४, शुक्रबार १३:३५ 0

When I was blinded by the beauty I compared you with a rose A bright red rose That tricked…

र Gaurav Ojha २०७९ असार १३, सोमबार १६:२५ 0

We were gathered together On a windy evening without a crowding party To save the drops of…

र Ananta Kumar Singh २०७९ जेष्ठ १७, मंगलवार १०:५५ 0

Oh! My Dear Mother's lap You are never-ending like a nap The world worries vanish and dad…

र Gaurav Ojha २०७९ बैशाख २९, बिहीबार १६:४० 0

Oh! Mother, what happened to your enlightenment? Where are your sages and the Buddha? Your myths are our…

र Himal Khadka २०७९ बैशाख १६, शुक्रबार १३:३० 0

When someone flatters me I wear another face, When my ass is kicked hard I wear a different one…