The Bamboo / Mukunda Prayas
Why did you carve my name on that bamboo amidst the bamboo bush by etching with the tip of your sickle? After some year my father cut the...
O ! Man / LB Chhetri
Chop me up curtail or writhe, do whatever you wish to; but O ! you, the man bear it in mind that me; the nature a creation a...
Jungle of Smoke / Ishwar Ballav
Have to stare onto the sky, above. have to touch the horizon. Have to offer a flower to someone. is there someone nearby? if there is,...
Rain in Jungle / Dinesh Adhikari
It’s raining pitter-patter in jungle, and together with every droplet of rain an enlivening aroma is spreading from the soil thirsty for ...
Stone Age / Shubhalaxmi Lamsal
I live the Stone Age and seek the fire for living by striking the pair of palaeoliths. I get cactus to bloom, by carving my existence...
عبرت / سیما آبھاس
!اے زندگی آیت کے طرح بھول گیا ہوں میں خود کا نام اور بھول گیا ہوں اپنا لہو کا رنگ بھی. کبوتروں کی طرح پتھتہروں کو نگل کر آ پہنچا ہوں...
Old Age Feeling / Mukunda Prayas
Old Age Feeling By Mukunda Prayas On the picture of nature made up by assembling the bright colors, who did paint with the color of smoke...
When I was a Child / Birat Anupam
When I was a child, I used to kite the birds, row the clouds, hover along riverside in search of its breath, and, play hide and seek with...