Dhal Bahadur Jirel
I am Dhal Bahadur Jirel. I love writing poems, essays and short fictions etc. Writing Ghazal, Haiku, Ode, Elegy and Sonnet are my favorite.
I began writing poems at the age of 14 when I was studying in the 8th standard in Modern High School in Sikkim, India. But I was more enthusiastic in art (sketching and painting) as well in music. But gradually I got attracted to business of words or literature. Since then I am in the literary world. i mainly write in Nepali. English is the second means of expression. I do also write in Hindi but fewer are my creations in Hindi.
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Dhal Bahadur Jirel Poems
If somebody says the true love is disappeared And the human heart Is turned into the desert
She is fallen into deep love to corrupted men They came to her with sweet slogans Their attractive speech lured her And she easily caught into their spell,
Down You Racism
We are black and God made us so If you say our heart is black we say no Go......go.... go down....... you racism If we are to be brutally oppressed
Holding Hands Together
Will you hold my hands oh dear? To feel my love come you near How my heart beats could you hear? Will you sit and see my eyes?
We Can Change The World
I looked for the good things in the mankind Found problems that unsolved beyond mind I closed my eyes and tried to ignore I saw The way I closed eyes was but a major flaw.
No Work No Food
If words could kill my hunger, I would sit in front of you And listen to Your thousands of flattering words,
The Song Of Dying Unborn Baby
Life is beautiful if the world would know There would be no sin and no crime grow My father would not be that cruel and low My mother would not kill me and throw.
In Your Arms
I swear, every moment I die thousands of times, An ailment make me suffer through all night and day With help of every pulse beat uphill my soul climbs Tearing wide every darkness and every ray.
The heaven I have learned In the stories is may be imagery Or It may unseen truth to be faced But I see all my dreamland in you.
Sprung from the heart of the Himalaya Heading to Ganges and looking at Gaya Carrying timeless blue aqua gloriously smiling In the sweet murmur voice sweetly singing
Yes brother I live in the country side I look after sheep and do horse ride I go up the mountains to father's moor Every day I get the air so sweet and pure
Oh My Sunshine
Oh my sunshine are you coming right To hold me just and hug me tight Will you be coming back to me soon And will you be staying till the noon
The Universe That I Observed
When my Sun shines Eclipses by traveling comets And the acid rain beats my fortune Tearing dust and cloud of misery
With Midnight Breeze
At midnight as I stand in front of a window I see the nearby stream make breeze blow And the breeze that blows in the sound lea Makes me wildly excited and entirely glee
Comments about Dhal Bahadur Jirel
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If somebody says
the true love is disappeared
And the human heart
Is turned into the desert
I don't believe it
Because there are still
Romantic and emotional people
There are still
warm blooded and sensitive people
With jubilant true heart
In this world to respect
True love and relation.
For the sake of true and cosmic love
Some are seen
Buried under the ground
Some are observed
Nailed alive on the cross
And some are heard
Thrown deep into the fire
They win the war of love
They know the meaning of ...