poesy

YOUR HONEST SON

Hi, my Nepali motherland

My respected nation

I am proud of your beauty

And love your cultural

fashion.

Green forests,

meandering rivers

Your images are unique

Beautiful lakes and historical places

And you have the tallest peak.

I feel myself very proud

To be your lovely son

I will spread the light

everywhere

Brightening as

the golden sun.

I will protect your cultural heritage

And utilise natural resources

I will develop my

nation rapidly

Utilising human forces.

I am greatly inspired

by Buddha

So I follow peaceful path

I want to be your honest son

Do bless me Pashupatinath!

Santosh Acharya, Panauti

TAKE YOUR TIME

Take your time to think

It is the creation of new thing

Take your time to learn

It is the source of power.

Take your time to work

It is the road of success

Take you time to read

It is the foundation

of wisdom.

Take your time to be friendly

It is the way of happiness

Take your time to dream

It is hitching your

wagon to star.

Take your time to play

It is the secret of perpetual youth

Take your time to laugh

It is the music of the soul.

Take your time to love and be loved

It is the privilege of the God

Take your time to make a peace

It is the necessity of happy life

Take your time to help others

It is the symbol of humanity

Take your time to get success

It is the destination of life.

Rajan Bajracharya

MAACHIS

Burn myself to the core

and the fullest

I burn myself to darkness

and to char

And yet I remain a flame

of few seconds

An honest remembrance

of light afar.

Share myself with the wick

of a candle

As light it must to flame and for long

The pain of death impossible

to handle

Wish, it was in my power

to prolong.

Flame, no a mere spark I am

For an instance I stay and

shut for life

Flicker away to the past I can

Like waves that rise

offshore and die.

So who am I

A splinter or a spark?

Am I an illusion

To the dark?

Nitu Kumari Kedia

MY SOUL AS

MY NATION

TOMORROW

My rivers from Gandaki

to Koshi

Rush froth as springs

Of life in me

My soul cries in vain

To see them lose their essence.

The territories from

Darjeeling to Sikkim

That flourished my nation

wide and long

Snatched by the brutal hands of fate

My heart wails in agony

To see them as a foe’s fortune.

Politicians who loathe the nation on a whim

Rulers who detest the nation in rage

To quench their thirst

Betrayers who shunned

their patriotism

My soul spits them in disgust

To see them sell themselves.

Mothers who feed up her sons

Selling every tint of her blood

Burden their eyes with tears

As they suck their own

brothers as parasites

My heart cries in outrage

To see the rascals

Torment ‘her’ withered hopes

Sacrifices of Gangalal

And the devotions of Balabhadra

Who risked their lives

Till the last of breath

My soul cries in vain

To see them plead

The Lord for help.

Shattered dreams

And battered hopes of my nation

Drowns me into the Styx of hell

Almighty! Is my future at stake?

Prapti Dhungana

DUSK IS FALLING

Shedding red tears

The sun wishes to make

Its sweet-heart bright and smile

For a moment more

But its wish goes unheard

And it has to sink

Because dusk is falling.

While,

I wait for my love

Oh! Pitty but in vain

The prayers coming

From the sacred heart

Get lost in the silence.

Because dusk is falling.

God, who creates

Perhaps feels pity

For the tragic fate

Of his creations

But, all he could do is

Silently watch

Because dusk is falling.

Darkness is approaching

Loneliness is spreading

The tormented soul

Is crying

And, the dusk is falling

The dusk is falling.

Parwej Akhtar,

Nagwa, Birgunj

ABOUT A GIRL

Striving to melt a passer-by’s heart

Dwelt along the busy road

of New Road

Powered by the busy smoke

and dirt

Lived a girl whom there were many to scold.

Scuffling for her own

single life

She went after thousands

of lives

Ran sometimes with some rupee coins- gratified

When her stodgy face interested some passers-by.

Many passed each second tearing along the road

Bowled furiously at her; squalid, fetid and forlorn

Little did their rude words

make her shocked

For she knew no other

smart better option.

She is no more on

the road now

Sleeping an endless sleep in her cluttered home

None will bother going after

why and how

Because her raw yarn

is important to more less than some.

Begging along the roadside

earning their living

Trying to get a sound sleep

in the concrete bed

Along the busy roads are the poor and starving

Thousand of helpless lives

waiting to be dead.

Laxman Manohar Basnet, Pokhara

IMAGINATION THAT A MAN CAN CREATE

When I look high up to the sky

I see millions of my fellow workers

They departed from me but were never apart

They left me in the mist

of this dark world

And are living in paradise.

They care for me in the darkness

The darkness of the earth

Days that we used to pass

Laughing and chatting are all gone.

Neither can they hear nor can I

Because the distance is too far

Far from the earthly imagination

Imagination that a man can create

Creation of the Heavenly World.

Pratik Sabit, Hetauda

THE MAGIC OF

FIRST LOVE

Something like flower blossoms

in my heart

Someone has taken shelter

in my thought

Something new in my dream

I have got

I don’t know what is going on, but.

I enjoy talking with air nowadays

Now my heart beats

in different ways

Stars twinkle rather to tell

me something

Something I feel in air singing

and dancing.

Roses are now more than

my best friend

My favourites are all those

which are red

It never happened to me,

I never felt this way

I don’t know what is this, please God say.

Pragya Devkota

MY MOON

There you stand proud

and dignified

Unaffected by all these

earthly sufferings

Mesmerizing so

many people

Witnessing so many stories.

Stories started and ended

Under your soothing light

You have been watching

Everything silently.

You have always been inspiring me

In pain or in comfort

In grief or in joy

You have accompanied me.

You cried with me

You smiled at me

You healed my pains

You shared my joys.

Witnessing my rise

And my falls

A true friend you are

So am I, your true admirer.

Swarnima

ALONE HERE

Sitting here with no one beside

But only the raindrops

Which has my tears to wipe

Those black clouds are

pouring the pain

Which is hidden in every

drop of rain.

The sky is also crying with me

And wiping my tears away

It is giving me company

In my loneliness today.

Living alone, lost in the darkness

The rain is with me in my sadness

It always comes when I am hurt

And helps me to overcome

The unwanted curse.

So much left out from others

With not even a single one who bothers

Living today in this lonely place

Whose silence defence me

And frightens it’s space.

If no one with me matters

The rain always

supports me

The lonely life I am living

Shatters all the dreams

Which I had ever seen.

Amrita Rajbhandary,

Lalitpur

THE EPITOME

OF STRUGGLE

Waves of Reality

Lifting me unexpectedly

Looking inside to see

Visions of poverty.

Ego lies in human nature

Scars the face in every one of us

Almost as if to loose

the faith we ignore

What’s mine is mine

What’s yours is yours.

Waves of reality

Sets a wider gap between us

We build walls without shame

We turn away

If you’re not one of us

Though there’s only

one colour in our blood.

But like the north needs the south

The wind needs the clouds

To all these reasons of life

We need them

More than they need us.

Another day goes by

Another moon, another sun

Time spent reminiscing

on events past

Only to the torment of their souls

As it is passion they have

lived without.

We, however voluntarily and inexcusably

Live in complete oblivion

As greed demands our full attention

We only live for

Our own gain it seems.

At times, however

For but an ephemeral moment

I sit in realization

On this place we call earth

So filled with death

and despair.

Suffering and sorrow

Yet I close my eyes

My ears and my mind

And am lifted to

Where the wind dances.

To the song of the birds

Where the flowers sway gently

To the rhythm of

the wind

As I gaze into this world

I see its purity undeniable.

It’s innocence and naivety,

beyond dispute

It’s equality, beautiful

If for that one evanescent moment

Realization was complete

Why not carry it on for an eternity?

I have flown through

oceans for clarity

To comprehend more

about you and me

I have witnessed joy and misery

Yet I have seen

Richness and poverty .

As we pursue living a life

That is so superficial

And as they continue to drown

In their own tears of sorrow

To realize their plight .

Yet to do nothing

To rise above this

Or to be immersed into it

For an eternity of transient lifetimes

That truly is the question.

Arun Shrestha, Manila

WISHLIST

When I am alive and breathing

Let me be your only love

Be there only me in your eyes

And only me in

your heart.

When I count my

last breath

Let me be in your arms

Be there no fear in your eyes

And grief in your heart.

When I be a dead body

Let it be by your side

Be there no tears in your eyes

And pain in your heart.

When I be on blazing fire

Let your eyes be watching me

Be there with no tears in your eyes

And tears in your heart.

Bikrant Rana