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Always Football – Francis Duggan

Their worries in life would have to be small For their main topic when they meet is always football And what club this Season will win the premiership flag And give their loyal fans the right for to brag Every … Continue reading

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Football Match – Gajanan Mishra

Football match, let us watch and enjoy goal keeper’s catch.

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Football – Nassy Fesharaki

We are, both -of same age -old friends. Our actions, behaviours -are the banks of ocean -world apart and unlike… He is a couch-potato -stares at screen -days and nights -and dreams of football. Observer is he who -in this … Continue reading

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Oh Tenzing – Shrawan Mukarung

ओ तेन्जिङ ! मैले यो प्रेमको पहाड कहिले नाघ्ने होला ? जति चड्दैजान्छु पहाड अग्लिँदै जान्छ बिसाउँन खोज्छु सूर्जे भाग्दै–भाग्दै जान्छ प्रिय–सपनाको बिहान कसलाई माग्ने होला ओ तेन्जिङ ! मैले यो प्रेमको पहाड कहिले नाघ्ने होला ? मेरो उचाईभित्र आकाशको … Continue reading

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Harayeko Mero Manchhe – Shrawan Mukarung

हराएको मेरो मान्छे तिमी एकदिन जरुर आउँछौ पिरतीको अर्थ के हो ? त्यही बेला थाहा पाउँछौ । कति भाग्यो चन्द्रमा यो पृथिवीलाई रुवाएर तर साँझ आउँछ फेरि लाखौँ दीप जलाएर एकान्तमा वेदनाको माला जब तिमी लाउँछौ पिरतीको अर्थ के हो … Continue reading

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Samundra Budho – Shrawan Mukarung

राति समुद्रबूढो लालटिन लिएर आउँनेछ– त्यहाँ… लामो दाह्री चहकिला आँखा र हातमा रातो किताब देखेर तिमी उसलाई मार्क्स सम्झिन्छौ सिरानीको बन्दुक आँसुको फूलले छोपिनेछ नरिवलको गाछीभरि बतासले– रेट्न थाल्नेछ भ्वाइलिन– दुःखको खस्न थाल्नेछन् चन्द्रमाका हातहरू– टाढाको बस्तीमा तिमी उठ्नेछौ ।

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Love Without Hope – Robert Graves

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire’s own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.

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