Prabin Shrestha likes writing poems and stories when inspiration hits him. A student of Social Work, he also plays the flute and enjoys basketball and football.
Beneath the shade of white misty walls reflecting bright the spring sun, I guided my steps on the stone-paved path that trails from Basantapur to Ason Chok...
Unity cracks open these days
And the little girl I knew to be so responsible is lost in the glitz and the crowd.
We are not what we wear
The sun shines
It is warm and the flowers are perfectly yellow and red
There are hands to hold, people to call,
There are fluffy cakes, shrimps, and wine –