Suman Pokhrel Quotes

Nepalese poet, lyricist, playwright, translator and artist

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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. 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.

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Native Name: सुमन पोखरेल

Alternative Names: Suman Pokharel • Sumana Pokharela

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The road meanders, wandering in tandem with itself.

Life is withering away
like a candle that is melting down.

I asked none
why life ends in ways uncertain.

Nepal is my home, a land of many wonders, but the greatest of them all is its unparalleled diversity and rich heritage.”

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.

Poetry is a potent tool capable of guiding societies worldwide through its invisible aesthetic strength.

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.

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

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

Sometimes, silence works more intensely than a bayonet to slay a tender heart.

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?

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

I want to love the self that you say is you.

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

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.