Poetry:

Abhi Subedi
Along the Bank of Word
At night, how much tears
did flow
I knew not;
after hearing the swish of morning’s river,
I, hurriedly, ran along the bank of word
to pick my flowing soul.
Translated from Nepali by Suman Pokhrel

At night, how much tears
did flow
I knew not;
after hearing the swish of morning’s river,
I, hurriedly, ran along the bank of word
to pick my flowing soul.
Translated from Nepali by Suman Pokhrel