Along the Bank of Word / Abhi Subedi
At night, how much tears did flow I knew not; after hearing the swish of morning’s river, I, hurriedly, ran along the bank of word to...
Me, a Poet / Haribhakta Katwal
After the impatience of searching for the own self my heart, a victim of dull frailty of losing it does not want to think poetry, at this...
Arrangements for Departure / Ishwar Ballav
Like a few good men birds were getting together on branches of trees. today, the eastern breeze has not blown so far and even one...
Antes de Apagar la luz / Suman Pokhrel
Oscuridad silenciosa paredes sensibles con las manos del viento buscando están a tientas su paso dentro de la casa. Menudo ...
TU ERES, COMO TU ERES / Suman Pokhrel
De pie en algunos flecos no vida de la vida abrazando forma inexistentes como vientos que dejaron de soplar, Yo estaría viviendo en las...
NIÑOS / Suman Pokhrel
La flor se somete a sus manos. Incluso tratan de arrancarla, Si llega a pinchar sus talones, la espina estorba toda su vida. El sueño...
POTREI ESSERE TRAVOLTO DA TE
Potrei fondermi e gocciolare Potrei bruciare e svanire Vorrei scomparire qui da qualche parte Potrei stancarmi baciando la grazia Potrei...
IL COLORE DELL’ORIZZONTE
In cima a ogni mattina velocemente fermandosi per poco ogni sera incuranti, i miei occhi sono a caccia, le mie palpebre spazzano con la...