- Samikshya Shukla
- May 2, 2020
A questionable freedom | Poem by Samikshya Shukla
Constant pain shearing through, Heavy, sore; the lids flutter. A sight of no sight; mere darkness, Rest her eyes, she
Constant pain shearing through, Heavy, sore; the lids flutter. A sight of no sight; mere darkness, Rest her eyes, she
प्रजातन्त्र आयो रे, तर थाहा छैन प्रजातन्त्र वास्तवमै आएको हो कि होइन भनेर । यदि साँच्चै आएको नै हो भने
The silence of this night has a lot to say but has nobody to listen to. Because humanity is still
म तिमीले खाेजेकाे जस्तै पात्र तिम्राे कल्पनाकाे पात्र, काल्पनिक पात्र।। तिमी खुशी हुँदा स्याबासी दिने अनि तिमीसँगै खुशी बाट्ने तिमीले
Leaving no men and women behind Snatching peace of every single life Not a single mercy for a while Restless
Isn’t trying to embrace every inch of ownself productive? Isn’t trying to build self-esteem productive? Isn’t trying to figure out
“Hello…… Hey !!” ‘Hi there…………?’ Don’t know which word I must use to address you today. It’s been so long
We barely bother the future as we are now fighting against noble coronavirus pandemic commonly called COVID19. We don’t know