Matrika Pokharel Poems

Beloved poet 'Icchuk'!
On one of those days that have become history
a few days before you were killed
we are together - you and I
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He planted poetry
in a vase in the mansion
and said to me
this is how you ought to nurture
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I am ready
To follow them
But they must have eyes
I am really ready
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The white palace
molests the youth of Helambu
every night;
takes bath in the sweats of
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Many years back, when quite young I was
You would often say to me
'Brother! What pain could Falkland experience
compared to the pang I endure through? '
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Discontinuity


Kale the blacksmith
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They observed the ripples of Marsyangdi
and observed the greenery that flanked.
We decided in group
to write verses on those things
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Darkness came following me from behind;
I kept running, and moved farther
with a trust, even graver.
He went charging upon me,
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When you name
a starving, naked man as 'civilized'
in your verse
and, eying some petty offers
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Placing a whip
on the heads of reason
he said, 'Long live, democracy! '
With shells strewn everywhere
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