Daily Archives: June 6, 2017

कविता – मन्दिर

पुजारी ! भजन, पूजन, साधन, प्रार्थना यमि सबैलाई एकातिर राखिदेऊ । ढोका बन्द गरेर मन्दिरको कुनामा किन बसिरहेछौ ? आङ्खनो मनको अन्धकारलाई लुकाएर बसिरहेछौ, तिमी कस्तो पूजामा एकचित छौ ? आँखा खोलेर एकपल्ट हेर, तिम्रो मन्दिरमा देवता छैन ! जुन … Continue reading

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कविता – सीमामा असीम

हे असीम ! सीमामा पनि तिम्रो स्वर ध्वनित भइरहे छ ! मेरो अन्तःकरणमा पनि तिम्रो मायाले प्रकाश छ ! हे रपरहित ! मति रङ्ग, गन्ध, संगीत, छन्दहरुमा तिम्रो रुप,र तिम्रो लीलाका बयान मेरो ह्दयमा भरिएको छ ! यसकारण मेरो अन्तःकरणमा … Continue reading

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कविता – घाटमा

ए सखी ! दिन बितिसक्यो : सन्ध्या धरतीमा आइसकी, अब आङ्खनो गाग्री भर्न घाटमा हिँड ! जलधाराका कल–कल स्वरले सन्ध्याकालको आकाशमा विरक्त परिदियो । त्यो स्वरले मलाई लगातार भनिरहेछ : आङ्खनो गाग्री भर्न घाटमा हिँड ! यो एकान्त बाटोमा कोही … Continue reading

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Poem – Upon a Dying Lady

I Her Courtesy WITH the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair propped upon pillows, rouge on the pallor of her face. She would not have us sad because she is … Continue reading

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Poem – The Indian to His Love

THE island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop tranquillity; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot sways upon a tree, Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea. Here we will moor our lonely ship … Continue reading

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Poem – Under the Round Tower

ALTHOUGH I’d lie lapped up in linen A deal I’d sweat and little earn If I should live as live the neighbours,’ Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne; ‘Stretch bones till the daylight come On great-grandfather’s battered tomb.’ Upon a grey … Continue reading

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Poem – The Seven Sages

The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke In Grattan’s house. The Second. My great-grandfather shared A pot-house bench with Oliver Goldsmith once. The Third. My great-grandfather’s father talked of music, Drank tar-water with the Bishop of Cloyne. The Fourth. … Continue reading

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