Saturday, February 23, 2019
- Rabindra Mishra Like all the past years This Dashain was no different for me A flow of copious booze and blood Whilst the slaughtering of my conscience Continued For me, Dashain came, and went Insignificant days that did not matter. But thanks to someone unseen In this...
- Rabindra Mishra The gloomy gajurs covered by the smoke rising from the ghat That queasy smell perfuming the air from the burning pyre The sad and slow flow of the Bagmati Carries its burden of discarded life and shit My Kathmandu has lost her beauty and misplaced...