A painful memory - Haris Chand Adhikari

She is a painful memory
Collaged in my mental picture,
Deep somewhere she comes to caress me
And feeds me from her life

Himalaya - Lekhnath Paudyal

A scarf of pure white snow

Hangs down from its head to its feet,
Cascades like strings of pearls
Glisten on its breast,
A net of drizzling cloud
Encircles its waist like a gray woolen shawl:
An astounding sight, still and bright,
Our blessed Himalaya.

Sleeping Porter (Nidrit Bhariya) - Laxmi Prasad Devkota

On his back a fifty-pound load,

his spine bent double,

six miles sheer in the winter snows;

naked bones;

with two rupees of life in his body

to challenge the mountain.

News Paper - Laxmi Prasad Devkota

Newspaper covers world news

Also expresses its own views

But tilts like leaning tower of Pisa.

When I want a shapeful dream - Balkrishna Sama

When I want a shapeful dream I write poetry,

And when I want a dreamlike shape I paint;

When I want you to speak to me I write poetry,

And when I want you to smile with me I paint;

Midday and the Cold Sleep - Bhupi Sherchan

In the newspaper's "wanted" column,

I seek the face of my future,

I search for a foothold in every procession,

Bliss - Viplob Pratik

rosy breeze in the air,

silky dew in my heart

milky rays from the moon

in my room

and, i feel like i am wrapped in the rainbow.

Hands - Laxmi Prasad Devkota

Cooperation and understanding is essential

To build country brick by brick.

Most creatures are four-legged

But human being walks with two legs.

An Address - Gopal Prasad Rimal

O lass, o damozel,

we have met as the sun meets the rain,

perhaps you remember –

we have cuddled like a cloud.

All-Pervading Poetry (Kavitako Vyapti) - Balkrishna Sama

Picking up a huge basket, a holy man

ventured out to the forest to gather poetry.

Through hills and streams, pastures and fields,

he searched every waterfall, fruit and bush,

but nowhere could he find it,

so he decided such things were out of season,

at a loss he had set off home

when he came upon an aesthete.

Kathmandu - Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

Every morning in my bathroom, 

I submerge myself in meditation, 

cleanse my bowels

and attain fresh and anew.

I flush out all the dirt and dust

through the drainage

to the distant flowing river.

Chill - Shrawan Mukarung

Children are basking in the fire under the lamppost.

This chill has been prevalent for ages.

a quanta with fidelity - Dhal Jirel 'Ravi'

I also do believe in God

But I do not call myself 

An Incarnation of God

A son of God

A messenger of God

i am the richest - Dhal Jirel 'Ravi'

I have a couple of feet

My hut and my rugs

I eat cheap bread and laugh at Fate

I toil through the livelong day

A Parrot in a Cage (Pinjarako Suga) - Lekhnath Paudyal

A pitiful, twice-born* child called parrot,
I have been trapped in a cage,
Even in my dreams, Lord Shiva,
I find not a grain of peace or rest.

Last Poem - Lekhnath Paudyal

God Himself endures this pain,
This body is where He dwells,

Who are You? - Gopal Prasad Rimal

Here we are fond of our needs,
the vanity which hides them
is dear to us:

Letter to the Prime Minister - Bhanubhakta Acharya

Everyday I see kind authorities and they get rid of my worries.
I am at peace and at night I watch dances for free.
I do what my friends - mosquitoes, fleas, and bedbugs - say:
the mosquitoes sing and the ticks dance, I watch their play.