149 Quotes by Suman Pokhrel

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

Every moment age is creeping up stealthily, but life, life is melting down like a candle that is flickering around.

I exist no more, every moment a new being lives inside me.

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

What was wafting in the smoke of burning tires? where had time caught in the traffic jam not reaching?

Without asking anybody’s advice I turned myself insane sitting under the same sun and the same clouds.

Unaware about my surrounding, unconscious I live, for I am in oblivion.

May I free myself from the labyrinth of knowledge.

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.