Lend me your voice
- by Saroj Kumar Dev
Lend me your voice And transform my maliciousness To ever blooming benevolence ...
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A dreamer’s politics
- by Sushant Thapa
The dream that you foster Upon the nest of the nation Sails on the exquisite bangs of time ...
Prepared for the worst (POEM)
- by Moin Uddin
Hey, are you listening? If then, I would say that you be prepared for the worst As no one will be with you on the roads ...
City Seen From the Front Yard
- by Parbat Lawati
Night after night, The city burgeoned upwards the landscape; making bland The entertainment of my plays. ...
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Insane lover
- by Sushant BK
Who are you and what you do?, I’m an insane lover, beat her black and blue. O gosh! Doubt, and questioned to self, Am I human or animal to stay in zoo?
Forever
- by Biken K Dawadi
A communist would sympathize equality in the deepest trenches of humanity in terms of power and pelf in exchange for the degrading quality of her true self
A bottle of you
- by Bhuwan Thapaliya
I often carry with me, a bottle. And at tense moments, when the Moon sweats
Stupid Heart
- by Arjun BK
As I often miss you, there is no other way than to visit your profile Although going to your profile may not notify you about my love but your heart might have been notified by my heart I rarely react to your photos But when you post a photo, I will be the happiest.
So much of pressure to handle
- by Moin Uddin
There's so much of chaos going on in mind What to do and what not to do makes us grind It takes so much of energy and we don't even know it We are left paralyzed but no one notices it.
A Glimpse at the Bazaar
- by Parbat Lawati
Seeing that child I felt like pinching Who couldn’t allude
In the dark
- by Biken K Dawadi
Fighting my demons, Alone in the dark. Chasing a mirage, Leaving no mark. Out in the darkness, Out in the night, Nothing can reach me, Nothing but blight.
My first job in US, an unforgettable experience
- by Ramchandra KC
It had been 6 weeks since I arrived in the United States from Nepal.The year was 2013. I was scouting Brighten Avenue in Boston in search of a job. I was with my friend, Ritesh, who came to the US two months before my arrival.
We hugged for the first time (Poem)
- by Moin Uddin
And then again we met Life came back and was all set
The unknown friend in me
- by Sushant Thapa
When shadows are more darker than the soul within , which is lighter The sanity in me drives me insane. I am ordinarily engulfed by detachment sipping in me like a chilling fever
Drowning in air
- by Lazzana Goverdhan
Lying beside my ruins conceived through grave storm Blowing away all safe spaces; making me cold
Rendezvous
- by Rajeeb Shrestha
A rowdy rendered into the rhetoric of Reading and writing reckoning the riot Leaving thud of throb as he scrawled and scribbled The resolution of stray constellations
Future
- by Bhuwan Thapaliya
As a gust of wind sends the curtains flapping wildly, I wonder about our future. The future is signaling us to go back. The Future is telling us to stop where we are now. But we pretend not to hear.