An abrupt encounter

Born in Lower Bockray, Chirang Bhutan, in 1974, Pokhrel attended his primary education from Damphu Junior High School. He completed his secondary and higher secondary education from Nepal and has Bachelors degree in Humanities’ with sociology honors from West Bengal, India. He is one of the founding executive members and vice-chair of Bhutan Press Union (BPU) and founding member of Bhutaneseliterature.com, one of the much browsed literary sites of Bhutanese across the globe.

Also, currently is the Secretary of Literature Council of Bhutan (LCOB) established in 1993. He served Bhutanese Refugee Children as a volunteer teacher under Caritas-Nepal from 1996-2001 and taught in a few private schools in Nepal prior to his departure to the US.

He has an ardent interest in poetry, short stories, and drama work since his early days. Has contributed more than two dozens of his poetry works and write-ups both in English and Nepali in Kuensel Weekly published from Thimphu Bhutan in the past, an equal number of his literary works are published in other regional magazines and portals, and few of his dramas staged so far.

One of the founders of this portal, Pokharel served as Managing Editor from 2010 to 2014. He also served as Secretary of Literature Council of Bhutan (LCOB) from 2014 to 2019.  Currently, he resides in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and works for BNS as its Chief Editor, President of Bhutanese Community Association of Pittsburgh (BCAP), Service Coordinator at Jewish Family & Children Service, Pittsburgh under Immigrant Services and Connections (ISAC) program.

R N Pokharel/ CA, USA
When eclipse subdued moon
Street lamps too went off
In the still of the night
Darkness enveloped the entire scene
I gave pause to my pace.
Gentle autumn breeze fondled my face,
I stared at the colossal air above
Amidst millions shining pearls
A rare spark seen nearing.
The ascending sparkle
Illuminated my track;
I took it for granted,
And marched ahead.
It too didn’t last long
Again I gave pause to my pace.
Then appeared;
In a caravan
Stoical glow-worms.
Alas!
In the hazy light
Stood a silhouette.
At a close glance
It appeared out to be
A mum with a kid.
Perplexed! Perplexed indeed.
For,
The duo was familiar.
I recalled,
The nuptial-knot,
The lassie, who deserted me,
Made me love the darkness.
Lightning occurred with thunder
The kid screamed;
I heard, I saw,
And could recognized
The duo rather was,
My ex and my kid
In quest of me.

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