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| I Will Still Shine | A Satirical, Beautiful Poem |

You should’ve been born as a son
You are here to spoil your family’s reputation
You are a product of your mother’s misdone
I wish I had a son.

She’s a girl teach her how to cook
Do you want her in laws to be shook
Teach her the world is biased
She must learn to stay quiet

You are a girl, sit like a girl
You are so thin, eat something
You are so fat, go on a diet
Don’t you dare eat carbs
It’s only going to make you fat

Don’t wear your skirts up high
It should always be below your thighs
She is not even thin
And look at her showing so much skin

Wearing sorts , showing her thighs!
She definitely wants to be noticed by guys I
f she gets raped It’s not a matter of surprise!

You have so small chest
They aren’t the best.
Oh boy you’ve grown
you will have a hard time walking alone

She is so ugly
Neither her body is lovely.
She doesn’t even wear makeup
Ohh boy , she needs to buckle up.

She said being an actress is her aim
Comm’on she’s a girl she can’t handle the fame
Going to work should stop
Looking after your house , your family and your husband should be your only job.

Looking for a girl for my son
She must be a virgin or else she is not even an option
You’re not married and you have a baby
You have completely destroyed the reputation of your family.
You have only given them pain and tragedy

I heard that her husband cheated on her
It must be her fault , maybe she couldn’t fulfill his desire!
Jesus, She got a divorce
Her entire life is a remorse!

Shush! I don’t want any embarrassment
So what if you had to face harassment
The world is biased and violent
You need to stay silent

The world never fails to
make me feel like a prisoner in my own body
It seems like eradicating misogyny has never been this world’s priority!
The world doesn’t realize That victim blaming shouldn’t be normalized

It makes me sad
That the terror and agonize
I see in my mother’s eyes
When I’m home an hour late can only be alleviated !

Thousands to support his lies
None to hear her cries
None to help her rise
Thousands to shush her in his wrongs
None to help her fight for her rights

It’s a sad reality
That we live in a world
where a misogynist is praised
While a feminist is considered a disgrace

There hasn’t been a day when I’m not called nasty names
There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t ignored those whistles
I am tired of all the cat calls
When, when will the world stop treating us like a doll

I am tired of living in a world
Where the hands that join in front of a female god
Don’t tremble or stop
While hurting a girl.

I am forced to surrender
Only because of my gender
If this continues,
How will the world get any better

I am not born with fire
That can easily be put out
I will shout
For my rights , I will fight
Weather it is or isn’t ladylike !

The world is violent
But now we can’t remain silent
Enough is enough
The fight to support the rights has begun
Soon we will shine as bright as the sun
Even though we are surrounded by a typhoon
Soon, we all will shine as bright as the moon.

–Shreya Malla


Sitting in her room, facing the mirror
This feeling can’t get anymore queerer.
What she saw was not her reflection
But flaws that she’d began to question.

Why do I have such sunken eyes
Despite all that makeup she buys
How will she fix that crooked nose
The cracked up skin and on she goes.

On the wall, next to her flaws
Was an old memory of what she was.
A little girl with the sweetest smile
The happiest she’d been in a while.

When did the fear of snakes and rats
Turn into a fear of carbs and fats.
What made her mind change this way
Oh is it “what would people say?”

Told her she wouldn’t please their eyes
If she had bigger arms or thighs
Told her what’s the ideal size
Like a fool, she believed all those lies.

There she sat with her fists balled up
Whispered to herself, enough is enough.
Step aside and turn around
She won’t let the little girl down.

Washed down the pink and the paint
Down with it went the social restraint.
Her body is hers and hers only
She had herself, could never be lonely.

Once again, she faced the mirror
But this time, she could see it clearer.
Without the social obstructive screen,
The happy little kid aged thirteen.

–Poddar Shikha

An Elderly Citizen

आफ्नै एउटा घात।।।

An Elderly Citizen
Credit :

मलाई टाढा जानु छ
छ र कुनै टाढा ठाउँ
खै कता होला
जहाँ म बेमातलब सास फेर्न सक्छु
जहाँ अपरिचित मान्छेहरू भेटियोस्
जहाँ कसैलाई पनि मेरो अतीतको एक सेकेण्ड पनि थाहा नहोस्
भविष्य त म आफैंलाई थाहा छैन

मलाई टाढाको ठाउँमा तिमीलाई
बोलाउन मन छ
मन छ तिमीलाई बिदा गर्न
सधैंका लागि म बाट
म चाहन्छु मेरो मुटु एकचोटि पखलियोस्
मेरो स्मरण हरायोस् मलाई
थाहा होस् म ‘म’ मात्र हो

मामा कसैको मपाईं छैन
न मेरो कुनै जात होस्
न मेरो कुनै धर्म होस्
न मेरो कुनै देश होस्
न त मेरो कुनै राष्ट्रियता होस्

ममा मेरा आफ्नै कानुन लागुन्
कागजका कानुन म बिर्सिदिउँ
म भित्रको अदालत तिम्रो सर्वोच्च
अदालत भन्दा पनि ठूलो छ
आजसम्म म आफैंले न्याय पाएको छैन
त्यसैले त मलाई टाढा जानु छ
जहाँ न रात, न दिन,न कसैको साथ
म त हरदम आफ्नै एउटा घात।

आफ्नै एउटा घात।।
आफ्नै एउटा घात।।।

— Rupa Akauliya



Source : wallpapercave

I remember my first painting colors
The one my mom bought for me
When I was younger
Before that, I only had used
Pencil colors and sketch pens
Seeing those package of colors
I just felt something
I started dreaming about
All the beautiful paints
I would make with those
But anyway,

I was reluctant to use them
Because I loved it so much
Whenever I started painting I
would open them
But go back again
To my old usual colors
Cause remind you
I had never painted before
One day, I realized
My paints had just dried off
And it caught me by surprise
Because I had barely used it
But just like everything

With time,
It eventually dies
This is a lesson I learnt
To use the colors
While they are still fresh
And isn’t it funny
How it doesn’t make a difference
How tight we try
To hold onto something
We still lose it in the end
When it’s meant to be over🖤

Anzalee Sawad


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“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 : Lokopakar and BVS are not related to each other in any way.

The rules for the competition are as follows:

1. The poem must be in the English language.
2. The poem that you submit here must be solely written by you.It shouldn’t be plagiarised. You can submit a poem that was published earlier as well, but, it must be written by you. If we find that the poem submitted is plagiarized or stolen, you’ll be disqualified immediately.

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