Suman Pokhrel

Suman Pokhrel (September 21, 1967) is a Nepali poet, lyricist, translator and artist. He is noted for creating impressionable images across his poems that revolve around the nuances of life. Universities in Nepal and India have included his poetry in their syllabi.

An uneasy rhythm of life is more life like than an easy death.

Pokhrel is the only writer to have received the SAARC Literary Award twice. He received this award in 2013 and 2015. He is recipient of several other national and international literary awards including Shaluk International Literature Award and Asia's Inspiring Poet Award.

Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed.
I feel my body, desperate to know whether I’m still alive.

Quotes

From Poetry

• Every morning
  I wake up with the news
  of bloodshed.
  I feel my body,
  desperate to know whether
  I’m still alive.
  • Every Morning
    

I want the fever to grab me forever
and want you to be my fever.

• Thank God,
  my name isn't in the list of those
  who died or were
  killed yesterday!
  • Every Morning
    

• An uneasy rhythm of life
  is more life like than an easy death.
  • Khorampa
    

I asked none why life ends in ways uncertain.

• I chose none to ask
  why the wind was blowing there
  chasing the fogs
  • Khorampa
    
• I asked none
  why life ends in ways uncertain.
  • Khorampa
    

In how many minds should I go crazy? whom should I ask?

• The dream too thinks twice,
  gets filtered to go soft
  to be seated on children's eyes.
  • Children
    

• Even if they (Children) try to pluck it,
  the flower submits itself onto their hands.
  If it happens to prick their heels,
  the thorn scorns itself all its life.
  • Children
    

• I wonder–
  didn’t the Creator really do injustice?
  With a power to defeat everyone without any battle,
  children are busy at play with the most beautiful moments of their life.
  Once they grow conscious of it,
  those moments will have gone away
  never to return to them.
  • Children

• Once positioned on their(children's) lips,
  even the scariest of words
  come out as a melodious lisp.
  • Children

• Even If they (children) fall during their play,
  the nature, having come
  under the spell of their creative sports,
  doesn’t know when they again start to play so full of jest.
  Believing that they fall unknowingly
  the ground, mostly, does not even hurt them.
  • Children

• If they (children) smash, the flower vase assumes a smile
  while turning into pieces.
  For a chance to be spilled by their hands,
  anything they hold gets spilled itself full of happiness.
  For a chance to play with them,
  water forgets about its own colourlessness.
  • Children

• Let me not so much be lost in involvements
  as would make me incapable of
  recognizing the fragrance of the flower
  beaming in my own yard.
  • Entanglements
    

• May I not so much be lost as would have
  No time to look at myself
  Ever.
  • Entanglements
    

• May I not so much, so much be lost, just
  To see the hue, grace, glory gone
  Off the face of my beloved
  As I’d wake and be conscious.
  • Entanglements
    

• Will you please go journeying
  for your own sake,
  till I come living a moment of life?
  • Entanglements
    

• Through years of my prime
  I walked with a heart
  crazy about love.
  • The Tajmahal and my Love
    

• I wanted my heart to bloom
  and shelter a shadow of love
  • The Tajmahal and my Love
    

• I wanted to paint a picture,
  in indelible print, across
  the canvass of my heart.
  • The Tajmahal and my Love
    

• I am tipsy after my
  own feelings
  themselves have become wine.
  I forget myself, world and all.
  • The Tajmahal and my Love
    

• If
  I'd ever grown prosperous like Shah Jahan was,
  I'd not have waited for my beloved's death
  before I erected a Taj Mahal.
  • The Tajmahal and my Love
    

• I want the fever to grab me forever
  and want you
  to be my fever
  • Fever
    

• Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that
  I do not see any dreams!
  • May I Not See Dreams
    

• Commands-
  you're sure to hear from above
  if you're placed down below.
  • Commands
    

• I like desires like children
  and their plays
  that tease me now and then into
  knowing life.
  • Desire
    

• I salute my desires with a bow.,
  were it not for them to come and play
  mind would be empty just like me.
  • Desire
    

• I believed all along,
  one day
  everyone would go mad
  just to see me sane.
  • Before Making Decisions
    

• Even after all that, each and every being here believe,
  that the heat will be defeated and coolness will prevail.
  The experience knows
  that the rule of an autocrat cannot last long.
  • Heat
    

• Haunted trees
  covered behind the curtains of their own leaves
  stare at the dark
  from the fringe of streets.
  • In Midnight Street
    

• Lampposts look
  in the glow of their defeated light
  robbed by the fog
  but cannot tell
  if the streets
  lying by stretching limbs in courtyards
  are sleeping face downwards or supine.
  • In Midnight Street
    

• Creation does not cease
  just because there is darkness!
  • In Midnight Street
    

• I would regard meanings given by others so far as refreshing boon,
  I would still be enamored of rose or any heartless flower's smell
  if tender tides of your affection had not suffused
  the pollen of my heart with loving aroma.
  • You are, as You are
    

• I shall not go out at all
  given that my love is here
  shall always stay attached to these hearts.
  I shall never bid farewell to this place!
  But I have to send this body
  anyhow from here.
  • I shall bid no Farewell
    

• What heart touched is what is touched
  what heart experienced is what is experienced
  where heart lived is what is lived.
  • I shall bid no Farewell
    

• I could not say
  which one was more authentic,
  their fate or
  the slender woody sticks
  that supported their shacks.
  • Among freed Bonded-Labourers
    

• I felt I was getting enraged
  and losing my speech
  like them losing their dreams.
  • Among freed Bonded-Labourers
    

• I was feeling like mad
  by the melody of birds
  singing out of tune
  in the settlements
  where travels lose
  their own destinations.
  • Among freed Bonded-Labourers
    

• Is freedom dearer than life?
  or does it become easier to live
  when life becomes difficult?
  • Among freed Bonded-Labourers
    

• Life was running, running
  after a mirage-like desires.
  • An Encounter with Life
    

• I asked my life
  why it carried along my dreams but
  chose to escape me.
  • An Encounter with Life
    

• Still enveloped in a blanket of dreams
  my life continued to lie still, pretending as if
  it was in a deep slumber.
  • An Encounter with Life
    

• The road kept coming, and
  continued going somewhere alone.
  • A Story of the setting Sun and the Moon
    

• This evening, too
  the Sun had to tell the same story
  before he went away,
  leaving the forlorn moon
  hankering after his light.
  • A Story of the setting Sun and the Moon
    

• Let us be honest
  we have praised Angulimala
  will make no difference
  if you convey my salute to Amrapali.
  • Before Buddha’s Statue in the Rain
    

• This moment
  I am keener on the stories of valour
  washed away by this year's monsoon floods
  than the abstract shapes
  glued to myths, history and stories.
  • Before Buddha’s Statue in the Rain
    

• When this flood blocks the road
  I am worried more
  by my soil getting washed,
  than by getting late
  to reach my destination.
  • Before Buddha’s Statue in the Rain
    

• Should I complete this poem
  or should I put
  my room’s light out?
  • Before Switching off Light
    

• In how many minds
  should I go crazy?
  whom should I ask?
  • Before Making Decision
    

• Which eyes should I look for
  to find the ultimate
  unreasoned answer?
  • Before Making Decision
    

• Without asking anybody’s advice
  I turned myself insane.
  • Before Making Decision
    

• You who are sitting before me
  have the power to
  change my consciousness
  into painting, poem, melody
  or anything else!
  • Between Rainbow and Melody
    

• I know you'll speak no truth at this time.
  I've to be guided
  solely by your silence, your eyes and
  the inaudible appeals of your heart.
  • Between Rainbow and Melody
    

• The walls are releasing heat ,
  as if they are angry with each other.
  The room has been insaned by the heat.
  The bed is inflamed as if it were an oven.
  The bed sheet is soaked with sweat,
  and about to run away getting stuck to the man.
  • Heat
    

• The experience knows
  that the rule of an autocrat cannot last long.
  • Heat
    

• From the sky
  one cannot touch the heart of the stone
  petrified with a desire to live
  after living a life of softness for long,
  one cannot get to touch the tenderness of a flower
  smiling despite being battered in turn
  by heat and frost.
  • From the Sky

• The lovers feel that they are content
  looking at each other from a distance.
  The repulsiveness caused by heat between them,
  is more powerful than all cravings for love and lust.
  • Heat
    

• Having been ripped open and drained by the crowd
  when I enter my home,
  many homes seem to be waiting for me
  to give a shape to this life
  which is about to perish.
  • Home
    

• I'm searching a heart
  inside me--
  a heart
  that's ebullient by swallowing
  the entire pain of the creation,
  a heart jubilant by accepting
  the entire tears of the world,
  a heart aglow by merging
  the entire dark within itself
  a heart that's smooth, effervescent and clean.
  • I am Searching a Heart
    

• This market speaking life
  when heard from each person
  is now making staggering confused noise
  of all people speaking together.
  • Standing in a Market
    

• Man and woman cease to be humans
  once they get lost into crowds.
  • Standing in a Market
    

• Are people like market
  who live as humans when they’re alone
  but live as great complexity
  when they’re in groups?
  • Standing in a Market
    

• Pristine river of lives is swallowed by the crowd- Human getting lost into humans.
  • Standing in a Market

• All trees and birds
  sky and stars
  bosoms and bangles
  were seeing everything.
  • While Parting
    

• I had also read
  on the face of surroundings
  some broken
  some disconnected
  some cracked expectations.
  • While Parting
    

• I’ve touched some sentences
  and have kissed some words.
  • While Parting
    

• Eyes that obstruct the road can be removed
  but what happens when hearts block the passage?
  • While Parting
    

• Do not think
  I’ve reached where I am now
  by slipping like a landslide
  or evaporating like a cloud.
  • While Parting
    

• I’ve climbed up here
  holding the hilt of time’s sword
  after driving it
  into my tender heart.
  • While Parting
    

• Whether anybody comes to convince me or not
  a part of my life does always ache
  arresting my chest.
  • While Parting
    

• May I splinter away from myself
  break into whole units
  and
  live in each with perfection!
  • Song of Soul
    

• This ME
  made whole by
  combining countless fragments
  could not live in any one part
  with complete ease.
  • Song of Soul
    

• May I discard the outer cover of time
  from the layers of poetry
  by immersing the poet in its entirety
  within me
  • Song of Soul
    

• May life remain enamored of its own charm
  • Song of Soul
    

• May the river of love always flow from its own lap.
  • Song of Soul
    

• May my pain remain drunk singing its own love songs
  • Song of Soul
    

• (May) the dead body of agony remain asleep
  resting its head on a pillow of flowers.
  • Song of Soul
    

• May I free myself from the labyrinth of knowledge
  • Song of Soul
    

• May I pack all inventions in burlaps
  and hide them in corners of Einsteins’ brains.
  • Song of Soul
    

• May I free myself from the ever-pressing chest
  and enter the garden of imagination
  by leisurely hiding brain on hill summits.
  • Song of Soul
    

• May I take off clothes covering shame at the border
  leaving them hanging on dry trees of arrogance
  and run by wearing the rays of the sun.
  • Song of Soul
    

• May I create plain fields by collecting clouds
  and bedeck them with arching rainbows.
  • Song of Soul
    

• Playing ball of wind
  reaching the other end of The Road Not Taken
  may I call in Robert Frost by holding hands
  and request Ginsberg to recite Howl
  facing the world.
  • Song of Soul
    

• May I exchange T.S. Eliot’s The Wasteland
  with the future of this earth like a lunatic’s dreams
  and make one season of poetry farming
  by tilling with the pen of desire.
  • Song of Soul
    

• Fell in love with these hearts and this soil
  these houses, these walls and streets.
  • I Shall Bid No Farewell

• Every moment age is creeping up stealthily,
  but life, life is melting down
  like a candle that is flickering around.
  • A Birthday Greeting to Myself

• Life is withering away
  like a candle that is melting down.
  • A Birthday Greeting to Myself

• Life incinerates incessantly trying to smile
  and keeps broiling continuously
  pretending to be alive.
  • A Birthday Greeting to Myself

• Death is shaping up slowly and quietly
  but life, life is melting down
  like a candle that is flickering all night.
  • A Birthday Greeting to Myself

• Neither my acts have wiped the woes of
  any sufferer out, nor have I cured
  pains of wounded ones;
  with the faith pompous mercenary,
  O' Glorious! O 'Lord Almighty!
  how can I bow my head in your adulation?
  • O' Lord Almighty!

• Neither my deeds contain any essence
  nor, my gestures have sense of zeal,
  my days are creeping forth for nothingness;
  with this body deficient of heart and soul
  O' Glorious! O' Lord Almighty !
  how can I come close to you?
  • O' Lord Almighty!

• Tonight, let us exchange every part of our bodies and every space of our souls with each other.
  • Let Us Affix Our Being Together

• The eyes hold tears for so long, let us fill it with love and passion.
  • Let Us Renovate this Night

• Let us convert this night we are breathing together, to a bright morning.
  • Let Us Renovate this Night

• Unaware about my surrounding, unconscious I live.
  • I'm in Oblivion

• It’s not my wish to walk intoxicated; to live for never is not my choice.
  • I'm in Oblivion

• A portion of life, every moment gets torn out of me hurting, and flees away.
  • I'm in Oblivion

• Wishing to grab the life with nothingness
  wanting to erase the sigh of tiredness
  forgetting myself completely from my being
  why do I seek embrace of yours
  do not ask me, I know not,
  I am in oblivion.
  • I'm in Oblivion

• Let my pains remain with me.
  • Let My Pain Remain

• Let my pains remain with me, I won't utter, I express it not.
  • Let My Pain Remain

• My heart itself is a wound,
  no medicine can cure it.
  It deepens further if stared at,
  and hurts more if touched.
  • Let My Pain Remain

• This ambiance of candlelight reminds of nights that traveled its way, in entangled embrace of yours and mine.
  • A Reminiscent Candlelight

• I like you everywhere on you.
  • You Everywhere

• May I get melted in closeness and get blazed in embrace.
  • May I get Engulfed

• I wish me to cry for no reason in excess of love.
  • May I get Engulfed

• I wish me to vanish somewhere around here.
  • May I get Engulfed

• The feeling I groped assuming love was nothing but a fire.
  • Setting Fire on Desires

• Keep some fires burning in your heart; I would extinguish it if I could, or get myself engulfed with it.
  • Setting Fire on Desires

• I shall give you a song, and you fill melody in it.
  • Let Us Renovate this Night

• I want to be everywhere of you.
  • You Everywhere

• How could it be wished that poetry of a mellow age be born when this time is taking showers in the drama of loathsome taste!”
  • Bereft of Poetry

• It's not as easy as it is with chewing shame and foolishness to chew the wreckage of broken time.
  • Bereft of Poetry

• I'm bereft of poetry on this planet, from where the beauties of Creation are vanishing away furiously.”
  • Bereft of Poetry

• What was wafting in the smoke of burning tires? Where had time caught in the traffic jam not reaching?”
  • Dhaka

• I had read on the face of surroundings;
  some broken, some disconnected, some cracked expectations.
  • While Parting

• I want to love the self that you say is you.
  • My Search of You

• May my pains remain with me, I won't utter, I express it not.
  • May My Pains Remain with Me

• I gather all of my sorrow, and
  bring you in my reminiscence,
  I think of you
  and forget all of my pain.
  • Reminiscences

• When I closed my eyes
  withdrawing myself from darkness
  I saw light glowing everywhere.
  • A Rendezvous with Life at Midnight

• I spry my closed vision over
  the streets of this city and the shadows lurching within it.
  • Wealth

• The road meanders, wandering in tandem with itself.
  • Journey

• Ascending and descending, uphill and downhill, the road inclines and slopes, sliding down yet climbing anew.
  • Journey

• The road never halts.
  • Journey

• Splitting love among differences
  between love and soul,
  love and the heart,
  love and the body
  love and life
  and slicing it further
  into multiple pieces
  how may I offer you my entire love?
  • How May I Offer You the Entire Love?

• I have offered
  many of my self to you
  to get a single you.
  • Embracing the Abyss

• I lived my youth in dreams of others.
  • How Much Did I Live

• Someone asked me,
  'Is there water in your pot?'
  I pointed to the leaves of a coconut tree.
  • I Am Not Writing Anything at the Aryaghat

From Prose

• Strength of creative writing lies in the skill of handling words and articulating artistic expression of feelings.”
  • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)

• In influencing write-ups, words seem to move despite residing still on paper.
  • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)

• In many a situation, the images that words hide while walking forth are the desired meaning of particular words rather than the word itself. Those words sing and dance by coming out of the paper.
  • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)

• Language is texture of images and music. We speak in images and rhythm, by taking help of words.
  • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)

• In literary translations, it is this very articulation of expressions that matters the most to bring home to the readers the full essence of the original text in question.
  • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)

• Chance of source language influencing the target language and that of the translator intervening onto the style of original writer are major challenges in literary translation.
  • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)

• On translating text into the new language as it is in source language, there is a chance of it being emerged as an absurd sentence in the target language making no sense at all. In the attempt to make the translation meaningful to the target language, there exists a risk of the original work getting meddled by the translator’s style.”
  • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)

• Literary translation is not merely an act of picking words from one language and keeping it by dipping in the vessel of another language. Those words need to be rinsed, washed, carved and decorated as much as possible.
  • Foreword, 'Tales of Transformation: English Translation of Tagore's Chitrangada and Chandalika', Lopamudra Banerjee, (2018)

• Poetry emerging from a poet enters into the reader only when it comes within the readers’ 'sphere of intellect.
  • Translator's Note, Bhaarat: Shashwat Aawaj, trans. Suman Pokhrel (2019)

• A reader cannot take poetry by expanding it beyond his/her consciousness, rather can take by shrinking it within.
  • Translator's Note, Bhaarat: Shashwat Aawaj, trans. Suman Pokhrel (2018)

• There exists a chance of every poem getting changed while reaching every reader. This ‘getting changed’ is a form of ‘getting translated’, in a way. So, every assimilation of any poem is a translation.
  • Translator's Note, Bhaarat: Shashwat Aawaj, trans. Suman Pokhrel (2018)

• Before getting translated, a poem already gets shrunk or expanded within the ‘sphere of intellect’ of the translator in the original language, and it again gets shrunk or expanded within the ‘sphere of intellect’ of the translator in the target language.
  • Translator's Note, Bhaarat: Shashwat Aawaj, trans. Suman Pokhrel (2018)

• In translation of poetry; there exists a possibility of components like imagination, art of wordplay, skill of constructing internal rhythm and expand of knowledge of the poet getting affected by the constraint and differentia of the translator.
  • Translator's Note, Bhaarat: Shashwat Aawaj, trans. Suman Pokhrel (2018)

From Interviews

• Poetry is a potent tool capable of guiding societies worldwide through its invisible aesthetic strength.
  • Interview with Dagmara K.

• Imagery plays a vital role in conveying a message, bringing it to life, and engaging readers' senses and emotions.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• Anything that touches my heart holds the potential to inspire me.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• Nature is the grandest warehouse discovered on this planet, hence anything that touches my heart holds the potential to inspire me, as it enables me to delve into my emotions and forge connections with others through shared experiences.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• The importance of forging meaningful relationships and exploring the intricacies of human connections has served as a catalyst for my creative expression.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• Through my writing, I aim to highlight the significance of fostering healthy and fulfilling relationships and inspire others to cherish the bonds they share with fellow human beings.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• Imagery immerses readers in the ambiance created by the pebbles of words, making it compelling and memorable.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• My ultimate aspiration in life is to contribute to a world where peace prevails, as peace is the ultimate achievement to realize in life.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• Writing is also like love, if one can't have the courage to be a renunciant, they cannot write well.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• At this juncture, the 'world' is no longer confined to just one or two places; it has spread worldwide.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• Nature is the grandest warehouse discovered on this planet.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• I firmly believe that everyone should be free to pursue their desires as long as it does not harm others or society.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• As human beings, we have an innate need to create and innovate from within ourselves to address our own concerns.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• I believe that the human being is the most complicated chapter of existence, with thousands of dimensions.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• As a writer, I believe that showing or letting readers feel is often more convincing than telling, and imagery allows me to accomplish just that.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• Peace is the ultimate achievement to realize in life.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• Poets are the most difficult creatures to work with.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• Human being is the most complicated chapter of existence.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• As humans, we seek ways to fill gaps in our lives through love, food, pleasure, challenges, and more.
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• Nepal is my home, a land of many wonders, but the greatest of them all is its unparalleled diversity and rich heritage.”
  • Interview with Dagmara K. at Spillwords

• I dread to think of a society devoid of love, compassion and humanity.
  • Interview with Romain Molina

• Love is a feeling and its expression is an art.
  • Interview with Romain Molina

• I found the Taj Mahal as the most appropriate example of artistically expressed love.
  • Interview with Romain Molina

• As my childhood got opportunity to grow up amidst variety of geography and people practicing different cultures, I could experience the very essence of our diversity.
  • Interview with Romain Molina

• Poetry is part of our culture in many ways.
  • Interview with Romain Molina

• I am quite sure that poetry will live long with our generations to come.
  • Interview with Romain Molina

• Love, compassion, humanity are values which are irreplaceable.
  • Interview with Romain Molina

• The Taj Mahal is not just a monument, but a symbol of love.
  • Interview with Romain Molina

• We cannot imagine a mind without body.
  • Interview with Romain Molina

Others

• A good poem cannot be written with one's mind on the earth. Though one has to write poems about the earth and existence, one cannot write poems while staying grounded. To write an outstanding poem, a flight to the heights of transcendence is needed. However, a person cannot always remain in that elevated state. When one descends, they touch the earth and write ordinary stuff.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• Trust isn't solely about keeping faith in others' promises; it's also about being dependable in the promises we've made to others.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• Merely holding the desire to walk together with someone is not enough if one does not possess the art and aptitude of walking together.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• A heart can hold a heart-full of anything.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• Silence is the best language to speak in when you have lots of things to say.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• I am stark sane, but my mind is erratically crazy.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• I am playful in words but sincere in action.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• No matter how happy you are; start assuming, suspecting and doubting; and make yourself the most unhappy person on the universe.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• Keep yourself busy until you feel sleepy.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• Silence is polite, but not always.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• Love is the cruelest event.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• Sometimes, silence works more intensely than a bayonet to slay a tender heart.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• Some people are so stiff-necked that they cannot think any other way than their own preconceived ideas.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• If you are working in a team, do not expect an outcome of your excellence.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• Together; we would create some ecstatic memories, but you are either busy or sleepy.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• I exist no more, every moment a new being lives inside me.
  • quoted on Goodreads

• They called it that, I mean ‘democracy’.
  • quoted on Goodreads

External links

• Suman Pokhrel at Goodreads
• Suman Pokhrel at Spillwords
• Suman Pokhrel at Poem Hunter
• Suman Pokhrel at All Poetry
• Official site