Gajal

वातावरण प्रदूसित ,बनबिनाश गर्नाले
प्रक्रृतिको डरेलो,बनस्पति मर्नाले

सबै डुबेकाछन् ,लोभ अनि लालचमा
अस्तित्वबिहिन माटो,रासायनिक छर्नाले

स्वाच्छ खोला नाला,कारखानाको ढल
दूषित बन्यो पानी,फोहोर मैला पर्नाले

हावा दुसित हुनाले किटाणुको बिकाश
स्वास्थ्यमा प्रस्नचिन्ह,मानबबीच सर्नाले

Refugee

Abishek Bardewa
I was unknown
Why I was kept on a ragged sack.

Image by The Library of Congress via Flickr

It was unknown
Why I was kept on a ragged back.

I was unknown
Why parents were crying.

I was unknown
Why our caged birds were flying.

I was unknown
Why I was inside a crowd.

I was unknown

गजल

माया गर्छु तिमीलाई,मेरो साथ छोडेपनि
म प्रति तिरस्कारका ,फूल मनमा  गोढेपनि

आशुं लुकाई खुसीहरू दिने चेस्टा गरौला
पराइसंग तिमीले ,मनको नाता  जोडेपनि

तिमी खुशी हुन्छौ भने,बिस्मत मान्दिन म
केहि पलका कसमहरु,स्वार्थीपनले तोडेपनि

दोबाटोमा साथ छोड्यौ खै के भनु र म?
संगै हिड्ने पिरतीका नयाँ बाटो मोडेपनि 

Resembled fate

By Sub-Editor of Refugees Voice: Shekar Rizal

Image via Wikipedia

 

Once on a autumn day
on a green cherry tree,
I heard a sky lark,
A creature, free, free, free.

It got the song sweetest
That empowered me great,
A worldly song of world’s poet,
This  mine, fate, fate, fate.

When on my life’s journey
Many roses do bloom,
That my heart in despair
Ever such a boon, boon, boon.

The bird or its sweet song
Over headed by the joy,
Which when hangs on roses,
Truth and fate on the way.

गजल

लेखक:  सेमी खाओत् लिम्बु

मेरी प्यारी झाल्मलाउछिन, पुर्णिमाको रातमा
सित बनि तिल्पिलाउछिन, बनस्पतिको पातमा

धर्तीलाई  मिर्मिराउदो  लाली  किरण  छर्दै
बिहानीमा  उदौछिन ,उनि घामको साथमा

घामले संसार छोड्ने बेला ,मुस्कुराउदै उनि
छम्छामाउदै नाच्ने गर्छिन,छितिज़को हातमा

A refugee

By Shekar Rizal

Staring at the starry skies,
Captured on the nights,
Now his sentiments do rise,
So motherhood then heights.
Behold the skies and calm,
Sagging breasts, fragile throats,
Devastating on the homely harm,
The wounds and hurts thy lots.
That his femur stabbed on war;

Prayer

BY: Shekar Rizal

There was a dark church,

Probably the nuns are quite

I prayed for my fortune,

If there’s nonsenses to abide.

No chants or hymns,

Neither prayers are ruined to look

Thousand prayers immersed so far,

None could trace or book.