On that cold, rainy Sunday, my father quickly helped me along the slippery sidewalk. I grasped his hand with both of mine, for I found the torrents of rain, which were typical of a chilly autumn’s day, horribly frightening. Our clothes dripping, we found refuge in the small bookstore on the side of Miriam Road. [...]

Another gray, rainy Sunday. I followed my mother out to the bus stop. She handed me the small black umbrella and put her own [...]

My great-aunt grew up and lived a large part of her life in Nepal. She abandoned school at the tender age of fourteen to get married. She played the role of a woman, weighed down with responsibility, at a very young age. She moved to Denver, Colorado in her middle ages. After losing her husband, [...]

Kinks of light filtered through the high window. I stirred in my sleep, bothered by the sunlight. It was early. Sunrise. But people were already spilling out into the street. Fog blanketed the city, making it almost unfamiliar. The tintinnabulation of temple bells. The fragrance of roses. The barking of street dogs. The warm smell [...]

She laughed, amused by the falling white flakes. I put my warm hands around her cold pink cheeks. Little snowflakes clung to her lashes. She toddled away stumbling every few steps, and falling face first into the snow. It was silent, excepting her squeals of delight. A blanket of peace covered the city, drowning out [...]

 
He offered a firm hand for me to place my small one. Slowly, he helped me take small steps to the destination. The destination. Far away, away from him. Keep going, he said, don’t stop. It hurt. I wanted to stop. I wanted him to lift me up and away from the cold, hard ground. [...]

I chose not to rhyme because it is not neccassary to rhyme in today’s poem culture. It is considered a somewhat immature to rhyme in poetry.
A rhymed poem for all the folks who wanted it
A cat chased a rat
The rat had a bat
The rat hit the cat
In the head with a bat
The cat had a bruise
At [...]

 
Two worlds
In one skyscrapers define the horizon
In the other peaks jut out of thick morning fog
In one paved roads snake through the busy city
In the other gravel crunches under my shoes
 
She came long ago
Leaving one world behind for another
She set foot in strange soil
Tears still stained her face
 
He came long ago
Ambitious and ready to see [...]

Children and Nepal is quite a disappointing topic. There is discrimination among genders. Cruel treatment of kids is also not rear. Children are mostly taken seriously. This is a problem waiting to be solved.
Some parents and adults think it quite all right to spank or beat children when they make mistakes. I think this is [...]

Similar to a dark shadow sweeping across the sun bathed land, filth and carelessness are taking over the breathtaking landscape of Nepal. A beautiful country is slowly but surely losing its natural extravagance. The once pride filled city of Kathmandu is too dirty to breathe in and littered from head to toe with all kinds of garbage. When you walk in the streets of Kathmandu you will be sure to see people covering their mouths and noses with cloth or their hands because of unpleasant smells or excess dust. You will also see people, instead of using a bathroom, leaving their waste in the street. It is also good to note the many dogs with Rabies roaming the roads; these dogs could take peoples lives with a simple bite or lick. Was this how the land of the Himalayas usually was?

The sun shines; warm and reassuring, sunlight is bouncing off leaves and flowers. A small bud nestled in the middle of a thousand. Unnoticed, a part of everything else, green and tiny, the bud rests. So exquisite, yet still overlooked and ignored. It’s just another bud in the midst of many. Too quiet, too small, [...]

I believe in mental growth through listening. I believe that I can grow in terms of knowledge and experience when I listen. Listening is learning, whether it is listening to my teacher lecture about civil rights or listening to my grandma tell stories about her childhood in Nepal. Listening is, for me, to hear someone’s [...]

This is a peek into life in America as a slave. A window into America’s dark and dirty side. I have chosen, to make this narrative all the more interesting, to write this in southern dialect. If you do not understand the English here, it is because of that.
In school, I watched a movie with [...]

Living in the U.S.Is really great
Most people are respectful
I’m a Caucasian man
I speak English as my first language     And I’m a CEO
I earn millions
I’m proud of this country

Living in the U.S. Is so unfair
Most people are rude
I’m a woman [...]

Some of us are weaker
Some are stronger
But why this arrogance?
Some are wealthier
Some are poorer
Still why show off?
You might be attractive
Or maybe not
But what is under your skin counts
So why be vain and brag?
You might be of one race
Or maybe of another gender
Then why this discrimination?
We all have our own abilities
And disabilities
So why this boasting?
We all [...]