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Top Ten Poems Of Eureka | ποίηση Κομπετίτιον | Voting Starts Now |

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The top ten poems of Eureka – ποίηση Κομπετίτιον have been selected. Huge congratulations to all the top ten contestants. Huge appreciation to all the participants.The selection was done on the basis of the total number of shares, views, and internal judges’ scores.
1. A TALE OF TRAGEDY | Upahar Simkhada |
2. FALLEN VERDICT | Anesh Maharjan |
5. AM I STILL BEAUTIFUL? | Shubhika Baral |
6. THANK YOU, MY SOUL | Radhika Halan |
8. HUMANITY | Biyush Suwal |
9. VOICE OF AN ORPHAN | Babeeta Kafle |
10. A MOMENT OF MY CHILDHOOD | Prichha Giri |

“Eureka” – is an open-category and open-for all online English Poetry Competition organized by Nepthage, a recently launched website for young Nepali Amateur Writers in collaboration with Lokopakar, an organization for youths development, and BVS, a Kathmandu based educational institute. Note


Now it’s the time for the real battle to kick in. The top three poems will be selected on the basis of internal judge’s marks, social media engagement , and total readership on the website and the number of votes done digitally.

Eureka’s Recital Playlist
Karishma Bhusal

The More I Grow | Eureka | Poetry Competition | Karishma Bhusal |

Just with the step ascending, a sort of clarity replacing the mumbling over my tone
Less freed to the high pitch of bouncing toes, makes me feel a Lil bit grown

Portraiting the amazing shapes,keeping the canvas and sketch aside
Forced to wipeout the clumsy muddy hands,
where the real happiness reside

Even being unknown,so-called “let it be,she’s just a child”,figured out the smiling face
The more grown up from child,a bit far “let it be”has gone, taking the fastest pace

Never had an eager to know the real meaning of think,how it sounds
Who knows it’s tasks of filling”before speak or before do” and a lot more it bounds

No more hurt, no more compelled rather a bit less,
I wanna be
The more I grow up, the more of childhood, I dream to see


I am Who Holds Head High | Eureka | Poetry Competition | Sushobhan Chimoriya |

I hold my head high
Before me bows the peaks of Himalayas
Mighty are the cries
Those that hail deafening skies and universes
Traveling eons beyond moons and stars and galaxies
Piercing the earth and heaven
Shaking the throne of Indra
They all sound like mere showtunes to me.

I destroy everything that comes in my way
I dance in crazy beats
No mortal can hear them
There is the verve even when I’m done
I dance at my will, I dance when I should
The vigour of my dance compares to none
I sing the tunes of rejoice, I sing the tunes of strain.
I sing them for destruction till everything is gone.

I do whatever my heart desires
Wrestle with death, embrace enemies
I am the pandemic that threatens all land
I am the ruler who vanquishes over all and
Gets what I want.
I cause restless slaughter with a snap of my hand.
Mighty are the cries
I still hold my head high

Maneo, Quid Agit?
I can no longer feel myself.
The prerogatives of my sheer imperium
This must be a call from the King of Terrors
The one who is much stronger than me.
I don’t feel so safe anymore
In fact, I feel uneasy, anxious and nauseous.
Is this what it feels like?
I can finally fathom all the wails, cries and the prayers
I think I know what they mean.
I’ve never felt this pathos.
This might just be what they call pathei mathos

I suddenly discovered myself, untied are my chains.
I am singing in euphoric joys, this is insane, I’m insane.
I am the rise, I am the fall, and I am the alertness of comatose mentality
I am the insignia on the gate of this world, the triumphant pennant of humanity.
I shall bring peace by relieving this world of war thirsty clans
I am the plough of the crofter of civilization
I deracinate servitude and shall bring in parity.
I shall bow my head down until I get what I want.

When the wails of those oppressed do not echo in skies and in spheres
When the fights for rights do not echo the sounds of shankanad
When the kneels of solidarity do not echo the sounds of ricochets
When the pleas of delinquents only echo between the walls of correction
Only then would I again hold my head high!
Only then would I again hold my head high!

A Tale of Tragedy | Eureka | Poetry Competition | Upahar Simkhada |

There she was walking, alone with a smile,
Clad in colors, both red and white,
It had been a while, she’d walked over a mile,
Then a distance yonder, she caught his sight;
Her heartbeat now faster, faster than his bike,
The ex- boyfriend- he thought, “I’ll show her what it’s like!”
For, some days ago, she’d broken his heart,
But reasons were there, they had to be apart.
Yet he was thoughtless, despised her smile,
And the bottle of acid, painfully vile,
All emptied on her face, not a drop that remained,
And the sinner’s remorse fulfilled, much happiness he gained!

Her face now a mess, she resents nothing yet,
for resentful are those, the bitter ones that sin,
but, she is an angel, she only resents hate,
So just sits there crying through the pain she is in!
And moments later, as they put her in a van,
I thought, “I did what I could,”
Shed tears of shame, and just helplessly stood!

Days passed; I met her again,
Astonished at the fact,
That she made it through the pain;
Still beautiful she seemed- perplexingly so,
With an unblemished spirit and an undying glow!
So I went a little closer; “you’re beautiful!” I told,
Like the falling of snow, beautiful yet cold!

Milan Thapa

VOICES IN MY HEAD | Eureka | Poetry Competition | Milan Thapa |

Yeah ! I smile .
Sometimes , I genuinely do,
But how can you be happy when your greatest enemy is you?

The voices inside my head says some nasty stuffs,
They tell me to jump,
They tell me to cut,
They tell me I am not enough.

If it were a virus, I would take antiviral,
If it were a bacteria, I would take antibiotics,
But how can I fight something that’s inside my head??

It’s funny when they say it’s all in your head,
Yeah!! no shit Sherlock!
They say medicine is loving yourself,
But the voices tell me I am not worthy of love,
I try to drown the voices with music , but it rarely works ,
The voices become stronger like they adapt,
And weirdly enough ending everything seems right choise for self preservation.

Yeah ! I smile .
Sometimes , I genuinely do,
But how can you be happy when your greatest enemy is you?

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