Poetry

Six Poems by Barbara Ras

Barbara Ras | March 28, 2021

To dig for quahogs, to feel their edges like smiles

 in sea mud and pull them up into a bucket.

My Country Loves Me

Neha Rayamajhi | February 11, 2021

My country cries over 

burnt flags,

borders,

the birth lore of gods,

not the bodies of desecrated dead girls;

My country says I am a Goddess. 

Rumour in the Fishermen’s Village

Shrawan Mukarung | June 5, 2020

When a rumour spread in the village
that stars had drowned
in the river
he picked up his fishing line
and left in the early dawn.

Scissors

Harisharan Pariyar | June 2, 2020

Scissors run along the stitch
at times left
at times right
at times up
at times in a semicircle
and
create a recognizable shape

Description

Shrawan Mukarung | May 26, 2019

Since he heard that “Man has reached the moon”,
our Thuley has left home.

KATHMANDU BLUES REFRAIN

Shefali Upreti | March 8, 2019

The small gods said
that I can’t see past the hill.

A WITCH IN THE NIGHT

Shefali Upreti |

What am I?
A lady? A queen?

WHAT NOBODY SAYS

Aryaa Rajouria |

The kitchen is a silent civil war zone
Bound by wedding rings

THE MUSEUM-KEEPER’S SON

Archana Shrestha |

He was the purple flower with
his palms for leaves
that could hold the
tears passed down
as family legacy.