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~Purna Biram~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Having turned into uprooted settlements of Koilabaas, dilapidated shacks lie scarred and shattered. The festering ledge of the familiar buildings have started decaying, the spiders have started shitting in famous flags and in kitchens … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Padam Gautam~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma First, they burned jungles, cornfields and hungry huts. Burnt cots, almirahs and clothes, and stumps of the remaining trees– the same ash seekers… Then they made our children carry the ashes on their mule … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Nakul Silwal~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Sparrows peck at the grains spread out to dry in the courtyards. Monkeys plunder the golden profusion of our ripe maize fields. Squirrels nibble at the walnuts in the gardens of our festive valleys.
~Mani Lohani~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma This evening and the birds returning to their nests. The burning moon and like our youth flowing waters of the brook.
~Pramod Snehi~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma From the winter trees leaves fall to the ground. When you walk over these dry leaves a music escalates… Sa-re-ga-ma Pa-da-ni-sa
~Gopal Prasad Rimal~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Our ponds of inertia are dear to us. Our pride in preserving the ponds is dear to us. Who are you to tarnish glorious pinpoints of our pride? In here we love the … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Yuyutsu Sharma~ From the porous ground of a savage slope ravaged by a landslide they watch visitors coming up the hill paths like clouds rushing up through the green folds of mountains to race over the hunger of their huddled … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Shailendra Sakar~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Constitution isn’t some book’s name, nor is it a fresh weapon from some nuclear arsenal a blue stretch of a sky a bird’s exuberant attempt to fly a cry of a gurgling brook a … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Yuyutsu Sharma~ In the hands of a black night severed head of a young Buddha trying to read its pallid
~Hari Adhikari~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Pockets of lust beneath my throbbing heart, that’s what I had sold out to you– lips of my private fish that have lost its translucence,
~Krishna Bhakta Shrestha~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Lonely I am as a yoked bull in a life consumed beyond orders of human exhaustion lonely like a lump of flesh and blood waiting in a mother’s womb to grow into a … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Keshab Silwal~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma This is the rose that a dictator pins on your chest and numerous dead bodies line up… People with guts target people with shining chests. This is a medal earned in the name of … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Krishna Bhakta Shrestha~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma I lean over my own corpse as an old bunch-back over his own shadow; I lean and look, scanning with a vulture’s ariel eyes and dripping loops of fetid saliva I prepare to … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Keshab Silwal~ Yuyutsu Sharma The Flowers in their Baskets The flowers in their baskets do not smell of crisp books or rhymes that sing of flowers of freedom. Pale as pulp of their wiped out eyes
~Yuyutsu Sharma~ Laxmi Lekali sister of our butchered dreams Laxmi Lekali the foolish cops who conspired to dictate awe of your slogans who plotted to smash the heightened pagodas
~Shailendra Sakar~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Searching images of Himal’s shadow spreading in the icy depths of the Pacific Ocean on the steps of escalators recalling Lisno, the ladders dug in scented tree trunks, recalling hillside courtyards, resting-plinths, mule path … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Gopal Prasad Rimal~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma I had a dark one then, the one who couldn’t dare to face the magnificent daggers of my awesome presence. I was her King but she couldn’t be my Queen.
~Buddhi Sagar Chapagain~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Perhaps moonlight died in the gloom of your burka— Eid’s full Moon. Ruksana, at this moment what could I send you except these words? While placing the morsel of bread in your mouth … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Buddhi Sagar Chapagain~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma In the fast fading blood has been drenched the empty vacuum flask, the lost ring and the ladyfinger close by has been blown off by the bullet. Under the merciless sun in a … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Chetnath Dhamala~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Sells demonstrations, Terror’s mist, Lip service. ** Salty frost,
~Bimal Nibha~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma The killer has withdrawn from the scene of oppression, leaving behind a sea of silences, a confluence of items elemental. Some of the items had special significance
~Pramod Snehi~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma In the remote mountain villages little children are playing in the dust of the famished streets. And uninterrupted in the vivid mirrors of their eyes are dancing stunning sequences of a beautiful hunger. More … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Krishna Bhakta Shrestha~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma A vulture’s first peck is at the eyes, the eyes that see the iridescence of the spectrum of life. Haphazardly it pounces and snaps,
~Bhupi Sherchan~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Daily in my dreams young mothers come and like a lunatic “O now my milk is of no value, nor there remains now any meaning of my motherhood” start singing this song and start … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Yuyutsu Sharma~ The flowers in their baskets do not smell of crisp books or rhymes that sing of flowers of freedom. Pale as pulp of their wiped out eyes these are stones of destiny heavy from watery weight of their … पढ्नेक्रम जारी राख्नुहोस् ..
~Hari Adhikari~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Dust-colored, fragile-limbed, and of medium height, these wandering women are my weakness and my lost pride too. Bare to the bone, foul-smelling and famished,
~Bhupi Sherchan~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma O unfortunate children of partridges, quails and sacrificial buffaloes, be it the German attack, Burma’s turbulent borders, the rubber forests of Malaya, Nefa’s or Ladakh’s battlefields of fire,
~Chunky Shrestha~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma The evening city’s lights were blown off, they murdered supremacy of the ultimate truth. Carrying their smarting snouts soaked in blood, the wolves stalked
~Nakul Silwal~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma We aren’t aware of the hands that take pride in building passages we are forced to take. We do not know nature of the substance,
~Buddhi Sagar Chapagain~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Every morning my mother looks into the other end of the sky and says— Look son, even last night sky got aflame. I do not understand a thing. What I do understand is—
~Arun Budhathoki~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Forget me as a dejected Moon, stroking its silvery hair praying for the lake to stand still before winter visits
~Punya Gautam ‘Bishwas’~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma A wounded mountain ravaged by a landslide a huddled hut aflame from a corporate trickster a green paddy field upturned by a relentless floods