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Tuesday, December 6, 2016
My Favorite Poems
O Captain! My Captain!
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
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यात्री
कुन मन्दिरमा जान्छौ यात्री, कुन मन्दिरमा जाने हो?
कुन सामग्री पुजा गर्ने, साथ कसोरी लाने हो?
मानिसहरूको काँध चढी, कुन देवपुरीमा जाने हो?
कुन सामग्री पुजा गर्ने, साथ कसोरी लाने हो?
मानिसहरूको काँध चढी, कुन देवपुरीमा जाने हो?
हाडहरूका सुन्दर खम्बा, मांसपिण्डका दिवार !
मस्तिष्कको यो सुनको छाना, इन्द्रियहरूका द्वार !
नसा-नदीका तरल तर, मन्दिर आफू अपार !
कुन मन्दिरमा जान्छौ यात्री, कुन मन्दिरको द्वार ?
मस्तिष्कको यो सुनको छाना, इन्द्रियहरूका द्वार !
नसा-नदीका तरल तर, मन्दिर आफू अपार !
कुन मन्दिरमा जान्छौ यात्री, कुन मन्दिरको द्वार ?
मनको सुन्दर सिंहासनमा, जगदिश्वरको राज !
चेतनाको यो ज्योति हिरण्यमय, उसको शिरको ताज !
शरिरको यो सुन्दर मन्दिर, विश्वक्षेत्रको माझ।
चेतनाको यो ज्योति हिरण्यमय, उसको शिरको ताज !
शरिरको यो सुन्दर मन्दिर, विश्वक्षेत्रको माझ।
भित्र छ ईश्वर बाहिर आँखा, खोजी हिड्छौ कुन पुर?
ईश्वर बस्तछ गहिराइमा, सतह बहन्छौ कति दुर?
खोजी गर्छौ हृदय लगाऊ, बत्ति बाली तेज प्रचुर ?
ईश्वर बस्तछ गहिराइमा, सतह बहन्छौ कति दुर?
खोजी गर्छौ हृदय लगाऊ, बत्ति बाली तेज प्रचुर ?
साथी यात्री बीच सडकमा, ईश्वर हिड्छ साथ
चुम्दछ ईश्वर काम सुनौला, गरिरहेका हात
छुन्छ तिलस्मी करले उसले, सेवकहरूको साथ ।
चुम्दछ ईश्वर काम सुनौला, गरिरहेका हात
छुन्छ तिलस्मी करले उसले, सेवकहरूको साथ ।
सडक किनार गाउँछ ईश्वर, चराहरूको तानामा
बोल्दछ ईश्वर मानिसहरूका, पिडा, दु:खको गानामा
दर्शन किन्तु कहिँ दिँदैन, चर्म-चछुले कानामा ।
कुन मन्दिरमा जान्छौ यात्री, कुन नव-देश बिरानामा?
बोल्दछ ईश्वर मानिसहरूका, पिडा, दु:खको गानामा
दर्शन किन्तु कहिँ दिँदैन, चर्म-चछुले कानामा ।
कुन मन्दिरमा जान्छौ यात्री, कुन नव-देश बिरानामा?
फर्क फर्क हे ! जाऊ समाऊ, मानिसहरूको पाउ !
मलम लगाऊ आर्तहरूको, चहराइरहेको घाउ
मानिस भइ ईश्वरको त्यो, दिव्य मुहार हँसाऊ
मलम लगाऊ आर्तहरूको, चहराइरहेको घाउ
मानिस भइ ईश्वरको त्यो, दिव्य मुहार हँसाऊ
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बालक बबुरो दिजशुक नाम
हुँ म परेको छु पिंजडामा
मकन हरे शिव शान्ति र चैन
सपना बिच पनि रति भर छैन
मेरा बान्धव बाबु र आमा
बस्छन वनका एक कुनामा
को सित पोखुँ मनको ताप
गर्दै पिजडा बाट बिलाप
अंशु बगाई कहिले रुन्छु
कहिले मुर्दा तुल्य म हुन्छु
कहिले पागल सरि उफ्रन्छु
केवल वनका सुख सम्झन्छु
फलफुल खाइ नित्य रमाई
वनमा फिर्ने बबुरो लाई
विधिले पार्यो पिजडा भित्र
कर्म हरे शिव हुन्छ बिचित्र
वरी परी बैरीहरु छन् सारा
छैन कतै तिर कोही सहारा
के गरु कसरी उम्की जाऊँ
को सित मन को दर्द बिसाऊँ
पिजडा फोडु भनिकन चुच्चो
बल संग धस्दा भो सब बुच्चो
बेसरी कुजिए पक्ष्य र पाऊँ
कसरि अब हा काल बिताऊँ
यो कस्तो हो कसरि आयो
बसी कन पिंजडा बिच के खायो
यो सब बुझ्ने कोहि छैन
हाय यसैले मन रहदैन
सुस्खा छ घटी बन्धन चर्को
बोल्नै पर्ने झर्को अर्को
बोलेन भने लाठी उजाई पिट्न लाई
यौटा भन्दछ यो हो पाजी
आर्को भन्दछ यो छ बिराजी
भन्द छ तेस्रो आत्मा राम
पढो पढो जी राखो नाम
गुडको बैरी मनुष जाति
सूश्क गराई गुणीका छाती
प्राण पखेरु नलिए सम्म
खुश किन हुन्थ्यो हाय अचम्म
पृथिबी तलमा एउटा सम्म
मानिस बाँकि रहंदा सम्म
तुच्छ सुगाको जन्म नदेऊ
दीन दयालु बिन्ती लेऊ !
Friday, December 2, 2016
Japan Festival
Japan
Festival
On
November 26, at Kathmandu's Tundikhel, I, my sister and my Dad went to a attend
a Japanese Festival. This festival was celebrated on 60th Anniversary
of Japan – Nepal friendship. We could learn many things about Japanese culture
and we had lots of fun.
At
first I and my sister played a small goldfish fishing game. We could fish four
fish which we could bring home. (but the fish were plastic fish, this time). Then
we tried target shooting, which I missed all my chances. Then after we meet the
famous Japanese Actor from Power Ranger movies, Mr. Shun Shioya. We took
pictures with him and is autograph. We heard that he loved Nepalese children
very much and how he worked hard to be successful. Next we ate our snacks and
some Japanese food – similar to mo mo. Then there was a Japanese group dance
called Obon Odori, with loud beats of Japanese drum called taiko. Every one
enjoyed the dance.
For the
children, there was a face painting stall, where a sister painted a cartoon ( Doraemon)
on my arm and a Hello Kitty on my sister's arm. In no time I went to learn and
make Origami and Calligraphy, and played Kendama.
Soon
there was another performance ( Koto Performance) there we could listen the song
that tells Japan's beauty. Then there was an another performance called Kendo.
It was a Japanese stick fight, with loud shouts by opponents. Then Judo, and
Karate was performed. All of these were very scary and exiting.
There
was a large crowd at the Festival. I am fortunate to have attended it. After all
these exiting events, we returned home safe and sound.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
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