Mother’s Day-That Accounts Love
[I still fondly could recall last year’s Mother’s day. It dances before my eyes as a fresh pie. Taken aback in the coincidence, I hardly did respond her the day, […]
Category: English
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Destruction
While the world Is getting destroyed Our defeat Is strengthening. When you think You are destroying- for good I doubt, You are empowering –for bad Power from being destroyed Nature- […]
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Classico
What is there to write? It’s all been written before We are humans All in all We are humans Thoughts may set us apart We’re still the same art Look […]
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Past Memory
Often in this foreign land, After slumber’s chain frees me, Past memory brings the deeds Of the past around me. The joyous plays of boyhood years, Friendly words then spoken, […]
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My Dream
Welkin Siskin Washington, USA I wonder, Where Ak-47 would be consigned to grave, I wonder, Who would help undo those 9mms? I wonder if batons and brass knuckles are brave […]
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Life
I felt like a bird on wings When I saw the meadow along the coast of my village With green grasses and tall trees With tasty fruits and fat flees […]
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An Experience of Seeking Coral
For a piece of coral I’ve dived into the bottom of colonies of polyps Through the way of your heart! In the core of the Mediterranean Sea! I got a […]
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I cry when I yawn.
I cry when I yawn. My mood is described as the explosion of bombs In the ocean under water, but the surface is calm. I cry when I yawn. The […]
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Why Hatred ???
As a usual routine, I logged on to my yahoo account And was shocked to open an e-mail That read loved ones hating each other But why? Why hatred? Why […]
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Every Thought we Think Today Creates our Future.
What we think today is put into planning tomorrow and executed in the future. What is thought? It is the process which makes us to wander- where and how. It […]
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Love Redefined
Mala Rasaily Katmandu I am Sudha Mehta, a 40-year-old woman happily married for 20 years and presently working in a Government office 9am-5pm. Today is a special day for me […]
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The travail-an aversion
U Sharma Babesha, Thimpu “O—ouch”, shrieked Ramu, throwing the hammer on the river bank. The stoic river rippled silently. “U—ugh!” My thumb is smashed. It’s bleeding profusely”, he spoke in […]
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The Susurrus Of Love
Welkin Siskin Washington, USA The sonace of Shorea Robusta trees, The motion of roving breeze, The Bulbul’s night flaccid and echoing whisper , The rivulets of silent murmur Are the […]
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SELFLESS DRUDGE
He bears pious gift, Runs the wheel of his will On the created road of someone With drops of pious pearl- the sweat. He worries least for being great, Sows […]
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To Cover You Up With Beauty
No fewer actions do I have for her No single melody do I search for her No simpler hope does describe her. To the best of my thought You’re no […]
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Hey My Steady
Welkin Siskin Washington, USA O my epitome of feminine charm, Partings ours be for sooner than later, For shall days ours insisted on be a sham Of unavailing promise of […]
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The Tulip
I cannot transform my tulip For it changes its nature, I sometimes Find it frostier on roadways, and set off Towards it in search of high spirits. My tulip – […]
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Favor Me, Could You Do!
Welkin Siskin Washington, USA In the vault of heaven; Above the perihelion, If no Sun shall melt, Accord me,O maiden! a plain sailing soft lane Off the brume of looming […]
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Frustation
I feel in `x` more tension that`s the reason,Bhutanese Literature I do mention. nowhere I sense promotion!! found myself only in demotion. Don’t know why? I nev’ have had consolation. […]
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Understanding
Understanding as it seems is a very big word Sometimes it can hurt sharper than a sword It’s a different passion of life This can never be cut with a […]
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A happy farmer family
PS Limboo “Nishchal” Sunsari, Nepal The dawn’s gonna crack, The rooster crows alarm clock! “Sanee’s papa, Sanee’s papa,Sanee’s Papa,” Wife of farmer- sleeping beside him -wakes him up. She starts […]
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Freedom
Welkin Siskin Washington, USA Came not the solace of freedom From the tight ball and chain In the kingdom Of my lonely home When the heart’s longed forr The palliative […]
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Common Soil
The soil The content of it The nature’s endowments Are all alike Everywhere. Men claiming owner of it, Dying all for it… Wah! What avarice? With all pride With all […]
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Her Trial Love Enslaved ME
Xitizko Mitra Prakash Dhamala Adelaide, Australia In an ocean of trial love She deceives her beloved From the zenith of dreamy land and sight She never cares his fortune Nor […]
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Through this little Window
Shiva Lal Dahal Khudunabari, Jhapa Through this little window, I want to see a beautiful rainbow Like a fairy dance That shows a magic at once. Through this little window, […]
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Oh, my Joy!
Welkin Siskin Washington, USA O, my Joy of life! where will you go, Through that dead end of no company, Walking on the gloomy dale silently, Of unknown destination, high […]
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Socratic Dialogue – Written in Retrospect
Background My country, Bhutan, is a tiny dot on the world map and is landlocked in the Himalayas. Traditions and culture of Bhutan bear little similarity to her neighbors, India […]
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On the Day of My Departure from Home
Shiva Lal Dahal Khudunabari, Jhapa It was a sorrowful morn On the day of my departure from home My heart was swimming in the ocean Of sorrow, grief and sadness […]
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Unseen felicity
U Sharma Babesha, Thimpu, Bhutan “What am I to do with the CD? What could the three-worded message “one must see’ mean? Where should I take it and see what […]
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UNSATED TRIUMPH
I may be in a trench When you hear of me, Probably; With half- filled belly, And unquenched thirst Framing a lawn for you all and the like To rescind […]