Long Nepal Poems
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Don't mess with other
love and enjoy your
each and every moment of life
Don't blame other
for spoiling your life
you too is responsible for it
life is precious
as like the time
preserve it for memory
Time is passing day by day
make your life bright
by bringing light in your life
life is full of tragedy
don't spent your life for other sake
love and enjoy your life everyday
Thank you
Manisha dulal
Kathmandu ,Nepal
A mountainous town
Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took
time and losing money.
Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball
by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts
killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust
covering mountains into a clock of sadness
Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding
when tourists evacuate on your sacred top
filling valleys with empty tunny tins, condoms and
the toilet papers flapping in the wind.
For tourists falling off cliffs, I only offer contempt
tourists that bestride and befoul a holy mountain.
Betty McNee was a curiously well-rounded kid
She sparkled and shone with whatever she did
She took after her grandpop, Jimmy McNee
Scottish and smart, she was joyful with glee.
Your granddad was wonderful the boxers all said.
They were horrified to find out Jimmy was dead.
If you need anything, we’ll bring round some money.
They all thought Jimmy's granddaughter was a really sweet honey.
An invitation to Betty came in the mail one fine day.
It was from Nepal and Tibet, countries way far away.
I loved your grandpa, the invitation said. Please come to stay.
She put on her plaids and she went right away.
The letter writer was a Yeti, a really great guy.
He had thought a lot of her grandpa, up in the sky.
They formed a partnership and wrote raps together.
She stayed there through December, until the bad weather.
Why don’t you come back to the states with me?
She asked the Yeti, as sweet as could be.
He blushed with pink, at this crazy bold thought.
Deciding to stay, where he was welcome a lot.
But they continued to write, this Yeti and Lass.
They were lifelong friends, and they traveled first class.
When they visited each other, under shadow of night.
For weird twisted people might not have thought it was right.
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These crown of sonnets on consequences of global warning reflecting on the recent calamities on Tibet-Nepal Himalayan border is a three-part trilogy that mirrors a dynamic arc:
.The first sonnet is the Thesis (the problem),
.The second, the Antithesis (the reaction/chaos),
.And the third, Synthesis (the resolution).
Thus, in the context of our subject matter, the first sonnet describes the crisis: global paradox on warming and nature’s warning; the second, human exploitation; and the third completing the trilogy, on resolution and wisdom for future.
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Though man has lived behind a fenced frontier,
He thrives beneath a single common sky
And shares the breath of one vast atmosphere
Framed by a frail ecosystem's pooled pie.
But blind to rising peril, man will stay
Whenever floods unleash a massive dread
To tackle rising tide a frantic way,
Unmindful to what warning skies have said.
The irony: the one who suffers most
Is green Nepal, though cleanest of the lot---
A global paradox that’s quickly lost,
The moral warning seldom getting caught:
For, nature sneers at borders man decrees,
Be they the moving air or frozen seas.
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Happenings | 18.09.2026 | ecology/environment, irony, nature, paradox, crown of sonnets
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Writing with blue marine and blue sky,
Carrier pigeons based on traditional Christianity,
On lungs, oriental and occidental,
Like Rome and Byzantium,
Notes G and A,
The green olive branch
For the world of Protestants,
Some tentative steps of Reformation against giants and dwarfs,
Coptic and Ethiopian icons in orange,
Red wool in Tibet and Nepal,
Purple violet in the synagogue, here it is the color of preference,
Note B musical,
Light yellow linen for Puritans in spiritual Samaria,
Note E,
The body's temple with the natural rainbow of Noah, David's dance's guiding,
Honey for the eyes,
The rain of Grace,
Blood of the vineyard,
If you bring water,
Like the Samaritan woman near Jacob’s well in dialogue,
May recognize false gurus, fake husbands,
Before the autumn, fall,
Not that grasshopper, dragonfly,
Who arrives in winter and on the Sabbath,
Old, cold, and formal,
Lame and hunchback,
Say the ant,
The good ant bringing spring’s water to the wedding at the Canes,
Good Samaritan with this wine and gold of virgin olive oil in the informal sacrament,
The virginity of the common heart in the paradise of health and life,
Like Tobias and Sarah, Joachim and Anne, blessed parents,
Man of the Third Secret of Fatima,
Father in the forest with cranberries,
Injured brother,
I ask for vengeance,
For this artificial catastrophe in my country, among the people of the Lamb,
Colors of virtues, lines of the way of life by humble providence,
On paper scroll, I draw,
An angel who always sees the Face of the Father and reflects Him with inspiration,
Sign of Jonah in Snow White's hand,
Christmas star, little prince,
The lighthouse against the growing tsunami...
I will give my heart and soul
to acheive the ultimate goal.
A priceless prize surpassed
I will love you all regardless of race or caste.
I share this wish with all
This mere monk from Nepal
and with a solemn intent
may I hold dear those who torment.
My thoughts focused and direct
all deviations checked.
IF myself or my friends falter
I stall stand tall and not alter.
From a servant to a slave
the victimised and exploited
I shall cherish them one and all
as if i had found a precious treasure haul.
May they be sincere or insincere
or someone I once held dear
If they should cut me to the bone
thier worth I would not bemoan.
When the green eyed monster speaks
may I turn the other cheek
smile and wish him well.
His wrongs best not to dwell.
Lifes to short for angers pain.
Don't allow your life force will be drained
His troubles you gladly accept
the secret hurt you kept.
A pure mind swept clear
no place for emotions or fear
lifes concerns just an illusion
samsara a life lived in delusion.
Ten long years in jail for petty theft at a bus stop,
While leaders steal in billions with a wrist-slap.
A man wore the hangman’s noose for armed robbery,
Yet a governor earned honours for a pen robbery.
Citizens bled by taxes to please Bretton Woods,
Loans secured not for growth but to fatten pockets.
When the people protest, police scatter them with contempt,
And soldiers fire bullets to silence their voices.
Black ink scrawls draconian laws on tyrant’s tables,
Threats and punishments stitched to entrench their power.
But such laws befriend only ephemerality,
Before the masses seize the reins of their rulers’ reign.
Mass anger drove Rajapaksa out of Sri Lanka,
Gen Z rose in Nepal against a media ban.
Burkina Faso’s streets toppled Compaoré,
And Egypt’s squares forced Mubarak to resign.
The people’s voice will always drown draconian laws;
Chains that glitter at first soon corrode into rust.
The rulers may feast while the nation starves in silence,
But shackles will break—the storm leaves none untouched.
O thou world’s tallest mount of might,
Like a gawky adolescent,
Added hast thou to thy old height,
I bow to thy quickest ascent.
Thou, with thy siblings so many
In the abode of hoary snow,
At fifty million years of age,
With Eurasian plate had a blow.
And where there was a roaring sea
There came tall peaks that kissed the sky--
A snow abode in Himalaya
That dwarfed all its siblings well-nigh.
O Mother Earth’s youngest mountain,
Like all youths ye grow ever since,
And off late with little restrain,
I bow to thy height-causing genes.
Thou wert known by many a name--
Chomolungma, one of them--
Goddess of the mountain valley,
Tibetans’ spiritual emblem.
In Nepal thou art known as
Sagarmatha, variation
From the original Sanskrit,
That meant ‘the peak head of heaven’.
And Indians had had their own names:
Giri Shikhar, peak of a mount,
Gauri Shankar yet another,
Many, one may quite lose the count.
And yet, the Brits borrowed one more,
And for no reason forced Everest
That hardly fits to thy pied lore,
I’d more rather Mt Neverest!
Yet, Everest ruled o’er the rest,
Thou wert put to test, long unrest,
When they got to thy highest crest,
To thee, new burden on thy chest!
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Ode |17.10.2024| mountain
Poet’s note: ‘New burden on thy chest’ alludes to the fact that Everest has today become a junkyard of things discarded by scores of climbers.
Just nodded yes, when my ego had said no
Lost all consuming forces, simply let go
Met you halfway, instead of skirting the square
Perhaps sat down, when you brought over a chair
Found quantum entanglement, not just sheeple
Its herding force, far away from the steeple
Magnetism in both poles, pulling from all sides
Positive and negative, filling vast voids
Overcome the burden, in self surrender
Let empathy conjoin, and love engender
Gone outside my comfort zone, where truth persists
Quelled year old hate, encouraged alternate bliss
Lived together, stop digging at empty space
Found peace together, ending human disgrace
Believed together, without losing mere face
Came together, with all consuming embrace
But then again, (I wish I had) lots of things
Not just a pair of arms, but fully fledged wings
I’d fly ‘cross Nepal, meet and kill the Buddha
His words incanting, Shoulda Coulda Woulda!
A prince born in the cradle of royal opulence
in the picturesque vale of the Nepal Himalaya,
Siddhartha Gautama renounced worldly life,
turned a mendicant, embarked on spiritual quest.
Striving to escape the mist of mundane illusions
in the mortal life of overwhelming ignorance,
mind intensely controlled meditated beneath Bodhi tree,
until awake enlightened to become the Buddha.
The tanets of his teaching seeded in the Gangetic plains
flourished as a new spiritual concept of awakening,
spread beyond the shores of ancient India
to emerge as a world religion, the Buddhism.
Distressed mind withdrawn from the sense-responses,
stilled in the quietude of mindfulness,
finds the beam of divine light at the end of dark tunnel,
the righteous life gets the insight of wisdom.
Unsatiated cravings open the floodgate of suffering,
leading to karmic cycle of dying and being born.
The Buddha, my favorite spiritual legend, showed the way
of liberating the soul to attain the essence of nirvana.
Written : March 11, 2020
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