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Bearer of Glass Beads

Bearer of Glass Beads

- by Bishakha Koirala

The largest glass bead sale in Nepal takes place in the hidden, tiny lanes of Indrachowk near Ason, the center of historic Kathmandu. Shiny, sparkling glass beads and jewelry fashioned of them are found in...

Solidarity and Resilience, Two pillars

Solidarity and Resilience, Two pillars

- by Divya Adhikari

In the quiet valley of Dhorpatan, I am surrounded by the stunning grasp of snowy green trees and scattered stone homes, the remains of a village that appears to have vanished. I follow a woman,...

Teachers! Drive the ‘CAR’

Teachers! Drive the ‘CAR’

- by Ganga Biswakarma

CAR stretches its entry to the classroom along with plea, As human basic needs, This is the key of self-determination theory - for enlightened glee. CAR stands for Competence, Autonomous and Relatedness, And these are...

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Beauty of Nature

Beauty of Nature

- by Sadrish Raj Tuladhar

Nature is so beautiful Oh! The amount of happiness you get there is plentiful Now sitting under a tree

Oppenheimer, the father of the atomic bomb

Oppenheimer, the father of the atomic bomb

- by Basanta Lohani and Usha Lohani

Few can trail along the complex terrain of groundbreaking achievements. And, filmmakers chose the story of such titans to compound it into a blockbuster. In this genre, the character is nonfictional but the dramatization isn’t. Thus, the filmmaker's dramatization could, to an extent, divorce it from reality.

I Desire

I Desire

- by Sajira Shrestha

I desire a world, A world with only peace, I desire a world, A world so beautiful and clean.

The years flew

The years flew

- by Rajasee Hamal

The years flew, And we never knew,  but now As we face the reality, the fear of Letting go creeps in Now as I look at the school halls I realize these years were the happiest I had ever been

Bleeding

Bleeding

- by Rajasee Hamal

Your eyes fell into mine  Assured me everything would be fine Your eyes lingered on mine, I thought I arrived just in time,

If I could..

If I could..

- by Rajasee Hamal

If I could I would do it all over again, Clock my watch back to 2020, to forget all the pain,

POV: You are a teenager

POV: You are a teenager

- by Rajasee Hamal

Isnt growing up the best thing in life ever? The stress and relief blend perfectly together

THE PHOTOGRAPHER

THE PHOTOGRAPHER

- by Basanta Lohani

A designated driver is the king of steering, If not, the kingmaker He steers the car The companions inside rely on him, He chats with all, being focused No hocus-pocus He reaches them to destination

Lost friend

Lost friend

- by Rajasee Hamal

One day you are going to stop missing  And start reminiscing . For what happened was the best for you and them, One day you will stop taking the blame. You will realise no matter how hard you try  things will never be the same.

Never too far

Never too far

- by Rajasee Hamal

If you become the sun I will be the sky If you become a bird I will be the wind in which you fly

Beauty and the ugly

Beauty and the ugly

- by Rajasee Hamal

Those who have beauty Always have it easy, Their grief are painted by artist, Written by poets and sung by vocalist,

The friend I left behind

The friend I left behind

- by Rajasee Hamal

People come and go in life, Some suffer, some go on to thrive. But you? you were supposed to stay, You were supposed to be the one I gossiped  with, while we watch our children play.

VULTURE

VULTURE

- by Basanta Lohani

Her efforts to move fade pale She becomes still, the starving little girl. The vulture scans and swoops down But the vulture cannot claw to make its feast The starving little girl is alive She's still, but still breathing The vulture waits behind her.

The pretty girl

The pretty girl

- by Basanta Lohani

A little girl was very pretty. So pretty that grandfather addressed her as 'My little princess' She was fond of wearing nice dresses. On a party day, she would carefully choose her dress for the occasion as soon as she got up in the morning.

Without a hand to hold

Without a hand to hold

- by Republica

Deep inside I'm tormented by thoughts,  All those questions and all those doubts,  All I want is support from my loved ones,  The only ones who have physical presence,  Saddened because the other one has left me without a hand to hold,