Author Bio

He is Binod Dawadi from Purano Naikap 13, Kathmandu, Nepal. He has completed his Master’s Degree from Tribhuvan University in Major English. He likes to read and write literary forms. He has created many poems and stories. His hobbies are reading, writing, singing, watching movies, traveling, gardening, etc. He likes pets. He is a creative man he does not spends his time by doing nothing. He is always helping for the poor people. He can’t see the troubles and obstacles of the people. He believes that from the writing and from the art it is possible to change the knowledge and perspectives of the people towards any things. He loves his country Nepal very much. He has known many cultures of his country as well as foreign countries. He is always thinking wisely towards any things. He solves his problems by using his mind. He dreams to be a great man in his life.

They Call Us Zine

We are the women and,

The men think that,

We only work at home,

We don’t wear office uniforms,

We don’t go to offices,

We don’t do office formal works,

Our works are informal and unproductive they think,

They are keeping us in the four pillars of the house,

We think we are in cages,

We want to go outside, and we want to,

Show these men,

That we can go outside and work,

As well as we can give birth, take care of the baby,

As well as do housework,

Buy they are calling us zine,

Why we don’t know,

They call us matrons

We are mothers,

We have our own responsibilities,

As well as our duties,

Giving birth, rearing, and caring for our children,

Doing the domestic work,

But we can’t get our freedom and responsibilities here,

Why do they call us matrons?

We don’t know,

Women only can feel and,

Know the pains and troubles of other women,

By telling men it is no use,

As well it is a waste of time,

Good mothers should look,

After the children for twenty-four hours,

If we do not pay attention for one minute,

Then we become bad mothers,

And as we are scolded,

By our husbands,

We are housewives, mothers and matrons,

They think about but they don’t know our responsibilities.

They Call Us Bridezillas

The men gave us the name Bridezillas,

Which they thought we are,

New married women,

We have our own demands,

We want this and that,

No one is giving us satisfaction,

They call us the worst women,

We are bad and cruel,

Our demands cannot be fulfilled,

We are self-conscious women,

Our marriage can’t be stable for long,

Women are the centre of the Universe,

Who will love and care for us?

Who will listen to our inner voices?

They are also calling to,

Break our marriages due to the high demand,

Now, we could decide men demand more,

Or women demand more in a marriage.

Haikus About Love

Let’s love together,

The last breath remains, come here,

Who knows what will be?

More than I believe,

I can’t give you anything,

I love you so much.

Let us go out please,

We will enjoy near and far,

No one disturbs us.

Kiss me hold me please,

Hold me with your hands with love,

I am in your love.

Lover, I love you,

I have no words to praise you,

I can promise you.

I’m a beggar man,

I can’t give you anything,

Besides my true love.

I am in a love,

Mode are you also or not,

Answer politely.

Let’s take joy in our,

Life let’s forget our mistakes,

Let’s make our present.

Poetry

Poetry is of letters,

Poetry is of words,

Which includes all the happiness and pain,

All the troubles and difficulties of life,

To show such conditions will occur in our life,

We can’t share with others,

We will share to paper instead,

Paper becomes our best friend,

They will not become sad about us,

They capture all our pain,

Who cares like that but paper?

Not only that when we feel happiness,

We share that to all our friends,

As well as the whole world,

So, we write poems,

Poems are our good friends,

We can learn other people’s pain,

As well as we can spread happiness,

So, poetry is a medicine,

Poetry is the key to treasure,

Poetry is a game of words,

We can imagine,

The metaphysical things and,

We can imagine and become,

Anyone in our life,

The letters become words,

And words becomes our voice,

Our voices are in each letter,

Which makes us alive,

So, poetry is the best thing in this world,

Poetry can be immortal,

Poetry gives justice to the voiceless.

Earth

What is earth like the fixed shape and sizes,

It is rotating in its own path,

No one can stop it from moving,

It is giving shelter for living as well as non-living beings,

It is doing its work honestly,

It is loving and caring to the human beings,

Animals and the plants,

It is a gift of God for us,

But human beings are destroying it,

Forest animals, people, in the name of the development,

Science and technology have developed so much,

That they are damaging the structures of the earth,

After some million years,

By such development and invention,

People can make flying machines,

That fly to any places,

Any area and any size and shape,

It could be controlled by the computer,

It will become a robot,

Which obeys human beings,

Which gives satisfaction to human beings,

But it can also destroy human beings,

By its anger,

This is because human beings are,

Making earth their puppet and playing with it,

One day it will destroy itself,

As well as its creators,

As well as again form a,

New shape and size,

When time changes living beings change,

Their ages change, behaviour changes,

Work changes,

All the things of this world are made up of for,

Certain times,

Then earth is also one thing,

Which will also be destroyed one day,

So, we should save our world,

Which is loving, saving, and protecting,

To us for forever.

©® Binod Dawadi

Nepal