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 […]
Category: English
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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 […]
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Close Upon the River of Jack Frost
Welkin Siskin Washington, USA Take me into the air of your tender beat where I could listen to the rhythm of your palpitation; Where your heart sings memorable rhapsody and […]
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News reporting in Bhutan’s context
By Nanda Gautam The Netherlands When editors and reporters make choices about what stories to cover, and how to cover them, the decision comes out mostly from the media strategy […]
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My Many Ways
Welkin Siskin Washington, USA When my marrow sees light at the end of the tunnel After a long blackout in my soul, My peaceful entrails sweep their feet off their […]
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My love for you
Wherever I go in this world Even across the ocean, My love for you is never gone! The moments when I used to Lose myself in your words and laugh, […]
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I Saw the Moon Dead in the Wilderness of the Dark
Welkin Siskin Washington, USA I saw the Moon dead in the wilderness of the dark; Tan and pale, lonely and daunted; Like the unfounded clouds blotting out the light and […]
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My Home
Punam Dabadi That is my nation of pride Where waterfalls from the mountaintops glide, Where raven and cockoo chirp melody of their feelings Where cypress grows in the heart of […]
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Struggling in the Silence
Welkin Siskin Washington, USA My bereft aura that bethinks me of my art is lost; Where the cockles of my heart whispered and sounded off like the bravery of the […]
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The last words
U Sharma Babesa, Thimphu He had to walk a good number of forty five minutes to reach his friend’s house___ if ever he decided to go at those odd and […]
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LIVE AND LET LIVE…
Of self-absorbed world The concomitant mere players; Here I condemn your entity. Existence of hopes Prevalence of self choice Are sitting on the fence, The innocent beings, the taciturn ones […]
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Horror of Living
Chakra Acharya Washington, USA A passel of greyhounds have concealed in the hovel of termites; Ah,the blossom of garden- broken and wounded with appalling bites. In the hovel of termites are the passel of […]
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Thought
I think and think and think And I’m drowned in the drink But the thought fades in a wink The brain tries hard to regain And thinks and thinks again […]
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Last Letters to the Chief
Craig M. Workman Martin swept the front stoop of Burke Brothers Tobacco each morning, hoping his son would come out of the back room and give him a hand rolling […]
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My Greatest Inspiration
Puranaghare A person who is very important to someone in his/her life is not a simple one for him/her. Different persons regard different individuals as the significant person in their […]
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The paltry birthday banner
U Sharma Babesa, Thimphu The sundown hour of 23rd September, Saturday, had reached its peak. An ash-colored Hyundai hatchback screeched to an uncomfortable halt on the dusty road just below […]
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A Child’s Innocent Dream
Xitizko mitra Prakash Dhamala Australia An innocent child standing amid the traffic congestion Counts his childhood days of pain, bliss and tribulation He sometimes dreams of contentment and happiness He […]
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Bhanu Bhakta Acharya and the Celebration of His Anniversary
Pashupati Timsina Atlanta, USA Bhanu Bhakta Acharya was born in 13th of July, 1814 in Chundi Ramgha village of Tanahu district in Nepal. Though he received Sanskrit education from his […]
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Remembrance Never Dies
Unveil your bygone days You find every minute, every moment Worth enough to be counted In times, Many changes prevail: Your thoughts, Places, friends and else more. Old leaves wither, Ever […]
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Deep seated patriotism
U Sharma, Babesa, Thimphu, Bhutan An ash-colored Hyundai coupe climbed through a catalogue of landscapes and headed north into the chestnut forest. The nut trees thinned to patchy pine woods […]
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Flashbacks 2010 World Cup’s Called to me
The World Cup has been the talk of the town for a few weeks now. I watch the matches on a twenty two inches’ colour TV sitting or lying or […]