SANTOSH KUMAR POKHREL - POEMS

​Santosh Kumar Pokhrel is a senior civil engineer and a noted contemporary poet from Nepal. He spent almost seven years in in Moscow during his study. He is member of different literary sites and has frequent publications. Mr Pokhrel is a published poet and has hundreds of poems and two published books, the latest being SACRAMENTO POEMS. Sacramento Poems has also come out in an e-book form and can be found at www.odishaestore.com/sacramento. He has been published in US based Moonlight Dreamers in Yellow Haze and going to be published soon in Dandelion in Vase of Roses, both edited by Michael Lee Johnson and co-edited by Ken Allan Dronsfield.
Poems by Santosh Kumar Pokhrel can be seen in several facebook literary groups. He has several poems published in Tuck magazine. The poet enjoys three world languages English, Russian and French including Hindi and mother tongue Nepali. Most of his poems are lyrical and rhyming. His poems range from simple romantic to metaphysical full of oriental sentiments. 

Your God and my Vow. ​

Follow me, I will be in the front row
From front of my fort I will vow
To seize God from his abode 
And bring him down to endow
You with his boon as of soon 
To happen; some miracles though 
Commit not but endeavors mine
Shall forever towards this flow.

Flaws shall not be there but fair 
Is hoped to happen below
His reign; not least in feign  
Shall serve this purpose; will glow
My inner zeal in real; 
Won’t ever be that slow
To get him now and to him bow
And this much I will vow!
Follow me, I will be in the front row!
September 24, 2019 Bhaktapur.

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Nightmare

Last night yes I remember
it was just last night
I heard a heavy creak in the air
That came from distant
Yelling someone in despair.
Probably that sounded a cracking
Of an unbolted chair
Swear, I cannot be mistaken
As I was too aware.
Then I heard some bellows
Some bullfights parries and tows
Fights of party brigades
That rushed in heavy rows
Listen! The sound still makes echoes
Oh my woes!
I am still stunned
Some pod was instantly gunned
The sky turned dark
And my patience did embark
For peace, and my inside appease
I hear cannot but cease
To witness here all dark
Lo hark!
This comes down the ages
The instinct greed and rages
Who the hell are the sages
To sermon?
And rages their bemoan.
I was bathing in my sweat
And all calm was here
It was a terrible nightmare!

December 2018

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