Colors in Happiness
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.
Cloud, puzzling object, ain’t a permanent wall to block the sun
It is just a matter of right or wrong time- Lord! it isn’t any fun.
We are a reason, came empty and through pains we learn
Season is to reason, ‘oppressor or oppressed’ should burn.
Wishful living is blissful being, Earth is planned for all
Man is born free of chain, dungeons are the made wall.
Buried is the truth; orange and yellow’re colors, not gold
Happiness is an abstract, ain’t a cake as spelt and sold.
Flowers are colors in a garden, smiles of the kingdom
Longing only for chosen type, lightens Lord’s wisdom.
Past isn’t a non returning death, rather a lesson to obey
Quest of equity for inclusive living is the need of today.
Repeatedly repeating lies doesn’t make a man wise
Sow the seed of ‘truth and wisdom’ as soon as Lord rise.
Count the countless innocent lives past has withered
Forced to wail in the thorns and still living tethered.
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