- Nidesh Acharya
- February 18, 2022
भाइ | Nidesh Acharya | Gazal
यो दुनियाँ सिमुलेसन हो, ह्या मुला दिक्दार हो भाइ यो मान्छेको हल्ला हैन, पिंजडाको चीत्कार हो भाइ पैसा कमाउ, कर्म
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- Agya Pathak
- February 17, 2022
Am I lost? | Agya Pathak
I don’t know if this age is the reason, or its me It feels like lost though surrounded with lots of
- Sangam Rai
- February 17, 2022
Poem | Room 105 | Sangam Rai
My life was going on, Moving on, Through flowers and thunderstorms, But I was okay, I was fine, I was
- Sattarx Samad
- February 15, 2022
Writing Letters | Sattar Samad
I want to write letters, I want to push myself forward. Letter writing can make you strong, It always supports
- Nir Shrestha
- February 15, 2022
Nepali Poem | बिर्सिदेऊ विगत | Nir Shrestha
मलाई थाहा छ विगत बिर्सन सजिलो छैन विगतलाई बिर्सन पनि हुदैन तर विगतले वर्तमानको बाटो नै बन्द गरिदिन्छ भने अनिश्चित
- Suman Bhattarai
- February 14, 2022
पहिलो प्रेम | Suman Bhattarai
प्रेम कसैका लागि भोगाइ । कसैका लागि रोजाइ । कसैका लागि फगत एक अनुभुति ! मेरा लागि प्रेम के? मेरा
- Secret Thinker
- February 14, 2022
The way of love | Khuda Dost
You are the one, Who came to me. When my life was undone, No future could I see. You brought
- Rashmishree Singh
- February 14, 2022
माइ फरएभर भ्यालेन्टाइन… | My Forever Valentine | Rashmishree Singh
माइ फरएभर भ्यालेन्टाइन… My Forever Valentine ‘ओहो! अफिसबाट फर्किन साह्रै ढिला भएछ।’ रुमअगाडी पुग्नासाथ मष्तिस्कमा ठोक्किएको पहिलो वाक्य। घर पुग्दा
- Suman Bhattarai
- February 13, 2022
मन | Suman Bhattarai
कलम चलाउने हातले हो । तर, सायद यी हातहरु चलाउने मनले हो । नभए, मैले लेखेका हर हरफमा किन झुल्किन्थियौ
- Jeevan Labh
- February 12, 2022
Dashrath ‘दशरथ’ | Poem by Jeevan Labh
My son has left me, Such a curse you’ve given him, My dearest. Fourteen years in wilderness, And I live
- Bizay Sangroula
- February 11, 2022
Nepali Poem | एउटा अपुरो कथा | Bizay Sangroula
अनिदो नै उसको बिहानी भयो आँखामा सपना विस्मित थियो ऊ सोचमग्न भयो- धेरै भएछ उसले सपना नदेखेको देखोस् पनि कसरी
- Secret Thinker
- February 10, 2022
My school | Children Poem | Bilal Liaquat
I like to go in school, Where we read and play with tool, I never miss my class, Because I