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. 

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September 20, 2015 (Nepal constitution day)

                                            RUSTIC

Let the love and sentiment tsar
That instill in them so far
In hearts of the rustic folks
In maidens with braid-locks,
Those all the daylong toil
Grieve with smile they foil
And cease to bed tranquil
With light the bellies fill.
No malice nor grudges and claims
No shows no glamour no blames.
Observe they lives midway
From ages they live this way.

Their pure humor and love
Those nag not you and shove
By heart they are so kind
They own no nasty mind.

They feed your cities still
And bid you no much bill 
Have cried when you did cry
See, eyes are not yet dry.
In countries far off, suburbs,
Feels no bounds and curbs 
Kindness do they impart
So wide are generous hearts!



                                      Dordi Stream

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The stream runs down in rage
She did an unclaimed war wage
Against suffering or she did sway
In her stern path away
From the time to us unknown
Neither known to us her tone
And the moan she may have en route
Coming down us to suit 
Our needs; and thirst ours quench
And our farms willfully drench.
How generous of you stream!
You are so supreme!
Supreme a lady kind
Troubles who did never mind
Till now when we been old
This has been many a times told
By those who here passed away
And have fallen to ancestral bay
In peace may they remain!
Eternal bliss they may gain!
And realize their abode soon
Grace them eternal boon!
Oh stream, you grace theirs screams
And lift those all souls in dream
Of you; sovereign and serene!