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Eighth Wonder of the World by Santosh AcharyaWhen the nature is frozen and cool breeze is blowing When cold and gloomy winter rules, garden no full of flowers Tress no full of leaves and the nature without absolute charm When snow whitens the environment, how sad, greenery disappears The sun hides in the fogs and the cloud becomes a dictator With lonely beaches and dark ocean tides,

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Change...? by Santosh AcharyaOpening dreamy eyes, who wake up with the positive visionLike Buddha, he can create the world of enlightenmentTo abolish tyranny and tussle, the leader needs a missionof self change revolution and an ardent commitmentWhen a sanguine character aims to reform the worldBeing action oriented, he should prove in the ground of realityLike Gandhi, by ending the horrible

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Love in my dream by Santosh AcharyaWhen I dated my dear in the dreamShe captivated me with her unique virtueAbruptly, melody of my heart turned into screamAs she was traitorous, her love was never trueTouching my heart and kissing at my soulMaking me crazy, she developed contiguityIn the blindness of my illusion, she achieved her goalIf my love is really true, was it my absurdityBeing venomous,

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I COULDN'T FIND MY HEART by Santosh AcharyaChitwan,my destination where I found everything but not my soulNeither in museum nor in resort, either in Jungle or in the parkAm I successful? I got refreshment but not my real goalI walked and ran but couldn't listen her melody, only the dog's barkTogether with the sunshine, I rose with the golden hopeFrom dawn to dusk, I wandered everywhere, but I was

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I AM STILL NOT PERFECT by Santosh AcharyaLike a learner, today, I've realised I'm still not perfectFor knowing everything and for knowing nothingImage from the World mirror reflects my identity, am I a lion or an insect?Many things to be learnt, I accept it as a learning beingEveryone sees the surface, but the depth by lessLike the rays of sunlight, one can be colorful, but not seen by allIt

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TRUE LOVE, MY ESSENCE by Santosh AcharyaHey earthly shining star, sorry, I can't love you at allIf you can't only shine for me, sorry, I can't hold you tightI've energy only for victory, I can't confront with losing fightDon't reek of grimy game of love, I can't endure my own fallIf you pulverise my innocent feelings, my day will be a terrible nightIf my heart, detaches away, my identity gets,

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TO THE SEA VISITOR by Santosh AcharyaAre you excited for your departureOf leaving lakes and glaciers, and flying for the seaSearching heaven of luxury and pleasureAmong the technical human, lacking a natural keyAnd ever growing, like unlimited endsThat gets no level of eternal satisfaction

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We love to listen, priests wish to singWe're exchanging hearts not only the ringLife isn't stationary, one has to swingWedding is ours, so we're enjoying.

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NOISE POWER by Santosh AcharyaThe World, without vision, when ruled by Noise, I can't respain peevishBut heroic victory in the creator's mind, God! What a hearty wish?Shuttering rifles, the regular earthquakes are ruling with rapid rattleGeneral man! Thy painful voice of hunger and thirst, is like oil in sandWho thinks when Noise threatens innocent hearts with bombing battleIn the World of

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MOTHERLAND, THE HIGHEST by Santosh AcharyaHey, irrational human!Your mind's visions are rottenYour fidelities are decayedTo the injured innocent motherlandPulling your neck with ropeVery soon, you've to be donkey, OtherwiseNo matter if you've forgotten herBut, hey respectless being!This is my motherlandPlay not a dirty game on her lap.Your false vows have killed away her hopeYour freedom has

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LOST AND ALL ALONE by Santosh AcharyaFriendship is the feeling of mutual regard and attachment among persons whocome in contact with one another in life.Like to like is the law thatgoverns friendship.Life is full of many ups and downs and we need friends atall times.Thus, friends are an inseparable part of our lives.My friendship with Aakash started when I was living in Panauti while i

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OPTIONLESS LOVE by Santosh AcharyaWho will feel my love in the days to comeIf it is originated from the bottom of my heartThough Yet, only my heart knows, not by all, not by someWho thinks what about me, Am I a desert?If I could search a little place in your mindEither with my Poetry or with my LetterYou and the World to come would say, "This guy is blind."Should I still love you or die my

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What a responsibility?For my struggle I can't singFor happiness I enjoy smoking.

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TRUE SOCIAL SERVICE by Santosh AcharyaTime and again the cloud blocks, but, anyhow the bright sun shinesNo use of fragmented Vision, Unity, the magnet combinesKumbhakarnas who sleep for months, for them, days and nights are sameIf the deaf has to listen the world's pain, what's the use of audible ear?Dramatical theatre, this world for them who pretend and bark for fameHow can the rocky hearts

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Maybe you are interested in knowing more about me. I am 19 years old, have been born in a small Nepali village about 30 kilometers far from Kathmandu. I completed my secondary education there. Then my family moved to the capital city of Nepal Kathmandu. Now i am here in +2 level reading mass communication and Major English. I am a dedicated student and want to complete my education up to Masters

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A very warm welcome to all of you!POETRY NEPAL is a home to Nepalese Literature and Poetry.Besides Literature and Poetry, different articles relating to Nepali society and culture will also be included.Being a student of Communication, i love to communicate with the world. Since my childhood i write poems, short stories and other literary articles, which i will publish here.Santosh and His Horse

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