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पर पर क्षितीजमा



पर पर क्षितीजमा
अस्ताउँदो सूर्यको लालीमा
बादलका रङ्गीचङ्गी धर्काहरु
आकाशको छाती नाप्थे,
बादलका अमूर्त ढिक्काहरुमा
रुमानी कथाहरु बुनिन्थे
राजा रानी, हात्ती घोडा, राजकुमार र परीका कथाहरु,
क्षितिज नै ओझेल परेका छन् आज-भोलि
बादलको आकृतिमा कथाहरु छैनन्
पर पर क्षितिजमा बादलहरु छैनन् .......

पहाडहरुसँग
उचाइ नापिन्थ्यो सपनाको,
भर्खर झरी परेर पखालिएका
उज्याला, हरिया जङ्गल झैं
प्रष्ट थिए सपनाका क्यानभासहरु
आजभोलि पहाड पनि छैन,
झरी हैन, तुषारो पर्छ
पर पर क्षितीजमा सपनाहरु छैनन्,
पहाडहरु छैनन् ....
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  1. Bajra Kumar RaiFebruary 22, 2010 at 1:13 PM

    kabita ati sundar lekhnu bhayechha.badale aakash ko chhati napeyra samay jasri sapnil banna sakena.....but 2nd part maa aayera pahad sapana ra udeshyaharu pakhayera uyaala bhayeka haraf harule sachai nai saya okaleko chha. very good keep it up

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  2. Kay KayFebruary 22, 2010 at 4:52 PM

    Thank You Bajra Dai :-)

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