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 Laxmi Prasad Devkota 

Laxmi Prasad Devkota
(1909 – 1959), was a Nepali poet. He is arguably the best writer in the Nepali Language. He has written great works in the Nepalese Language. He is best known for the poem "Muna Madan."

Early life;

Devkota was the third son of Pandit Tila Madhav and Amar Rajya Laxmi Devi. He was born in Thatunati (now Dhobidhara), Kathmandu on the day of the Festival of Lights, which is a celebration of the Goddess of Wisdom and Wealth.

He showed poetic genius from a very tender age. When he was ten years old, he wrote the following couplet:

Brother, this world's a great sea of tribulations.

We all have to die. Be not arrogant.

Although this was in keeping with the Hindu way of thinking, the young poet surprised his family and relatives with this outburst. Later, he was to introduce Romanticism into Nepali literature and influence a whole generation of Nepali writers. He would continue developing as a modern poet with a powerful voice of his own and claim a literary stature in Nepal that many seek to emulate.

He preached charity and forgiveness, succor and compassion. One day, as he was walking back home from work, a beggar approached him for some money. Seeing him shiver in the cold, Devkota took off the coat he was wearing and gave it to the beggar.

When Devkota was born in 1909, the country was ruled by the Rana oligarchy. The Rana administration was against mass education, but after many trials, his family enrolled him at Durbar School, the only school in the Kathmandu Valley. Devkota wrote his first poem at this school, and it is said that he used to recite his poems before his friends and teachers. Many times his friends did not believe he had written such excellent poems, but all his teachers were greatly impressed with the young prodigy.

In 1925, Devkota enrolled in the science program at Tri-Chandra College. After completing his Intermediate of Science degree, he switched to arts. He received his bachelor's degree in arts in 1929 and went to Patna, India, in 1931 on a scholarship hoping to study English for his Master's degree. Since there were no seats available in the English program, he studied law.

 Family life;

After he received his bachelor's of law, he returned home and endured a series of personal crises. His mother, father, and two-month old daughter died within two years. Those tragic events shattered him and, probably, led him to become a chain smoker. In later years, the premature death of two of his young sons, Prakash and Krishna, caused him more misery. A series of such tragedies seriously ruffled his mind. Although he was in full control of himself, his poetic sensibility was misunderstood by the less sensitive people around him who dispatched him to a mental institutionfor treatment. The psychiatrist at Ranchi labeled him a "geographical mistake."

To add further misery, by 1958, Devkota was diagnosed with cancer and three inches of cancerous duodenum was removed in Calcutta,India, but he knew death was approaching him, so he stayed up late into the night to continue his writing. One year later, he died.

He wrote to a friend while he was in Santa Bhawan Hospital, "Death stands before me. I search for constellations in the sky but can find none. I cannot give peace to myself. If I could rise, I would kill myself and my future prospects."

Laxmi Prasad Devkota was primarily a humanist who occasionally wrote from an atheistist point of view too. Some critics have mistaken his intellectual querries for atheism and have tried to line him up with Marxism or other similar politically leftist ideologies. This is why such critics were shocked when he dictated one of his last poems to a friend, "Aakhir Shree Krishna rahecha eka" (" in the end, Lord Krishna happens to be the only truth").


Devkota has contributed to Nepali literature by bringing the Sanskrit tradition to its apex and by starting modern romantic movement in the country. He was a versatile and prolific writer, who left no branch of literature untouched in the course of his brief career. He has written numerous epics, long narrative poems, essays, stories, plays, novels, songs, and criticisms. His essays read like poetry and are much admired for both content and style. Devkota was the first to begin writing epics in Nepali literature and his magnum opus "Muna-Madan" remains a best seller even fifty years after his death. He is recognized as one of the greatest Nepali writers and his work is in the same level of standard as any of the greats of literature in any language. He also served as Nepal's Education Minister, and was a professor at Tri-Chandra College.

Devkota had the ability to write poems very quickly -- he wrote the Shakuntal in three months, the Sulochana epic in 10 days and Kunjini in a single day. Nepali poetry soared to new heights with Devkota's groundbreaking poetry. "Muna-Madan," a long narrative poem in popular folk metre, begins the end of the Sanskrit tradition in Nepali literature. "Pagal" ["Mad"] is another of his ground-breaking works.

Devkota's 2 sons and 4 daughters still live in Kathmandu, Nepal. One of his 2 sons currently lives in Auckland New Zealand.


Once, Devkota was invited to a party to which he went dressed informally. The guard at the door did not let him in because he wasn't clothed according to the dress code. Devkota went back home and returned wearing a suit. This time, he was allowed in. After Devkota went inside, he began pouring his drink and food all over the coat he was wearing. The surprised guests asked him what the matter was. Devkota replied that if he was allowed inside only with the suit on, the suit must have been invited to the party and not him.

  Bhanubhakta Acharya

Bhanubhakta Acharya (Nepali: भानुभक्त आचार्य) (1814-1868) was a Nepali poet who translated the Ramayana from Sanskrit to Nepali. He was born in 1814 in Chundi Ramgha in the district of Tanahu, and was educated at home by his grandfather, Shri Krishna Acharya. His father Dhananjaya Acharya was a government official who worked for General Amar Singh Thapa, Governor of Palpa in western Nepal.

Bhanubhakta is considered the first poet writing in Nepali language. Poets before him in Nepal usually wrote in Sanskrit. One of his writings is well known for its colorful, flowing praise of Kathmandu valley and its inhabitants.

घासी दरीद्र घरको तर बुध्दि कस्तो
म भानुभक्त धनी भइकन आज यस्तो

He gives his life to cutting grass and earns little money,
he hopes to make a well for his people
so he will be remembered after death,
this high thinking grass cutter lives in poverty,
I have achieved nothing though I have much wealth.
- Bhanubhakta

Bhanubhakta Acharya is a luminous star of Nepali literature. He was an outstanding poet, who dedicated his entire life to enriching Nepali literature. Perhaps Bhanubhakta is the only littérateur of Nepali literature whose literary reputation has been well established both at home and in several parts of India.

Bhanubhakta’s life was not a bed of roses. He did face several trials and tribulations in his life, but nothing could deter him from his mission to contribute to the Nepali literature. He remained active throughout his life to enrich it. We can learn a lot from his life.

Bhanubhakta, son of Dhananjaya Acharya, was born in Chundi Beshi of Ramgha in 1814. This village lies in the Tanahun district in Gandaki zone. A voracious reader, he was quite a handsome boy but very different from his friends. He was not interested in sports and preferred to be always alone. Nevertheless, he had immense love and interest in nature and he could communicate with it. Later on, when he began writing poetry, he was truly inspired by nature.

Bhanubhakta was a prolific writer. He had such creative ability that he could even turn general conversation into a melodious poem. This kind of talent is very rare in any human being but he had such ability right from childhood. He wrote many poems but, unfortunately, today we do not have all of this writings. In fact, we have lost most of his exclusive poems. It has been assumed that Bhanubhakta wrote a lot of poems between 1820 and 1846.

As a young poet, Bhanubhakta went to India once to buy books and to meet his old literary camaraderie. He spent a few months in Banaras and then returned to Kathmandu. When he arrival, he was overwhelmed by Kathmandu’s beauty. He was fascinated at seeing beautiful temples, neat and clean streets, exclusive handicrafts, big markets, crowds of people, beautiful houses and palaces etc.

The beauty of Kathmandu had captured the very heart and soul of the young poet. He at once decided to reside in Kathmandu to pursue a career in writing. One of his friends came out to help him who made an arrangement to stay in a room in the house of Dharmadutta, a famous astrologer at that time. He came in touch with many learned people of Kathmandu. They were all acquainted with the writings of each other and it directly, or indirectly, benefited Bhanubhakta.

While staying in Kathmandu, Bhanubhakta was informed of a lawsuit against him at his village. He had to get back to his village, Ramgha, as early as possible. It was only at his village where he learnt about the lawsuit.

His neighbour, Giridhari Bhat, had never liked Bhanubhakata or his poems from the very beginning. Giridhari was also a drunkard and gambler. On many occasions, Bhanubhakta had done his best to show Giridhari the right path and had tried to persuade him to stay away from such bad company and look after this wife and children. But Giridhari had not paid any attention to Bhanubhakta’s advice.

It was Giridhari, who had made a petition at the court demanding that he get his land back from Bhanubhakta. Giridhari said Bhanubhakta had taken his land by force. The poet talked to Giridhari and tried to reach a compromise with him. But Giridhari refused to make reconciliation. Then Bhanubhakta decided to face the charges before the court.

Bhanubhakta returned to Kathmandu and once again got down to his work. He had no job that could fetch him regular income in Kathmandu. His friends managed a job for him in the accounts department of Shri-3 commander-in-Chief General Krishna Bahadur Junga Rana in 1835. His new job fetched him a handsome salary that kept him afloat. Now, Bhanubhakta dedicated himself to writing poetry. Everything was all right when all of a sudden something went terribly wrong. Unfortunately, Bhanubhakta failed to submit official accounts in time. He was accused of embezzlement that put him in a prison for five months.

His every effort to prove himself unaccountable for the embezzlement of official money turned out to be in vain when he was finally incarcerated. In fact, Bhanubhakta’s reputation was tainted but still he was confident that one day he would be released with dignity and the real culprit would be caught.

Bhanubhakta wrote poems even in prison. One day he asked for a pen and a piece of paper and a guard brought them to him. He then wrote a poem to the Shri-3 Commander- in-Chief who called for his release from the prison.

Bhanubhakta wrote and compiled Ayodhyakanda, Kiskindha Kanda and Sunder Kanda when he was in prison. In the same year he had to perform Bartabandha of his son, Ramnath.

He wrote another letter to Rana, requesting him to allow him to do the Bartabandha of his son. This time he succeeded in convincing Rana and ordered for his release for one week so that he could perform his son’s Bartabandha. He performed the Bartabandha and then returned to Kathmandu to complete the remaining days in prison. During his stay in prison, he also wrote Youdha Kanda and Uttara Kanda, thus he completed the Ranayana in verse form. Bhanubhakta wrote Bhaktamala and Prashnotara thereafter. In 1836 Bhanubhakta wrote another book of verse called Badhusikchha.

Due to his very poor health, he was unable to write at all, so he called his son to write the translation for him. Bhanubhakta dictated, and Ramnath wrote down, what his father told him; finally the translated work was finished. Bhanubhakta died in 1868.

If we look into Bhanubhakta’s writings, we find that he had made a careful choice of words while writing poems, which are simple, lucid, and easy to understand.

Bhanubhakta is honored with the title Aadi Kavi (the first poet), who has occupied an outstanding place in the Nepali literature no other littérateurs have ever attained.

Lively young women with flowers in their hair walk about me with their friends. They walk in dreams that are all their own in this garden-like city that the gods have built.

The rich in this place are uncountable, each person's mind is filled with joy. Kathmandu is an ocean of happiness, this may be the golden city that the demons once built.

Some places like Lhasa, London, or China, some dark alleys like those of Delhi, some places that rival mighty cities of India are in this city that light has filled.

Swords, hatchets, knives, and khukuris, decorated by pistols and even rifles, brave and strong men fill all its streets. Could another place like Kathmandu exist?

There is no anger, deceit, or falsity, there is no limit to dharma and nobility, the Lord of Animals protects this city, this is the land of God Shiva, the land of immortality.

After so many days I have seen the Balaju water gardens again and I write that underneath earthly skies this is a Heaven. All around me are birds that sit or swing upon vines, maybe with soft voices they intend to steal my mind.

If I can stay here and make many verses what better thing or pleasure could I ever wish? If there were a beautiful maiden to dance before me, Lord Indra's paradise I would never miss.

From the fifth to the fifteenth century AD, the Khas civilization flourished from its roots in what is now far-west Nepal. Historical documents show that west Nepal, south-west Tibet, and Kumaon and Garhwal of India were united and the Khas language had great influence in these regions during the time of that civilization's rise. After the fall of the Khas Empire, its language, which evolved into present day Nepali, was considered bastardized and limited to speech. Sanskrit dominated most of the written texts of South Asia and its influence was particularly strong in Nepal.

Brahmins were the teachers, scholars, and priests of the society by virtue of their caste. Their education was Sanskrit oriented since most religious texts of the Hindu religion were in that language. Bhanubhakta Acharya, born to a Brahmin family in 1814 in Tanahu, received an excellent education with a strong leaning towards religion at home from his grandfather. He led an unremarkable life until he met a grass cutter who wanted to give something to the society so that he could be remembered after death. Bhanubhakta was young, and the grass cutter's words inspired him to write these words:

He gives his life to cutting grass and earns little money, he hopes to make a well for his people so he will be remembered after death, this high thinking grass cutter lives in poverty, I have achieved nothing though I have much wealth.

I have neither made rest houses nor a well, all my riches are inside my house. This grass cutter has opened my eyes today, my life is worthless if the memory of my existence fades away.

The grass cutter's wish to be remembered has been fulfilled: he is more romanticized than Adikabi Bhanubhakta, considered the first poet to write in the Khas, or now the Nepali language. While there were other verses written in the Khas language before Bhanubhakta's time, some of them were hard to identify as poetry - the quality is sketchy; many of the writers disappeared due lack of a forum where they could foster their talents (sadly the audience was just not there); many wrote poetry that was too heavily Sanskritized. Bhanubhakta was definitely "the" writer who gained the acceptance of a wide range of people and his creations played a key role in popularizing the written form of the Khas language.

The people of the first poet's time strongly believed that building and renovating temples, shrines, rest houses and taps were acts of dharma. Kings honored their gods with pagoda structures decorated with the best wood, stone, and metal artwork. Every artisan created his piece so it would send a message of goodwill to the palace of Indra, the King of Amarawati, which many considered Heaven. The poor and the rich all tried to give what they could afford to ensure a good afterlife.

Bhanubhakta's contribution was unique. Children who received an education at the time began their studies with light epics like the Ramayan and graduated to the more complex Upanishads and Vedas in his time. Ram's heroic exploits were highly impressive to Bhanubhakta, so he decided to make the deity more accessible to the people who spoke Khas. (Since the social order did not encourage literacy, most country people did not understand anything when epics were read out to them in Sanskrit.)

When completed, his translation of the Ramayan was so lyrical that it was more like a song than a poem. However, his creation was not published and he was to die without receiving credit for his contribution. It was later in 1887 that Moti Ram Bhatta found his manuscript and printed it in Benaras, India, where Bhatta published, wrote critiques, and shared his gazal songs with others. Though priests found a rapt audience when they explained what they had been reading, they could not compete with the pleasant flow of Bhanubhakta's translation. Soon he and his book became household words.

Bhanubhakta did not study Western literature - the West must have been a land of fables for him. The closest city in India was several weeks' walk away, and there was a huge distinction between those who had been to Kathmandu and those who had not. (When Bhanubhakta first visited Kathmandu, he called it the City of Immortality and compared it to the legendary cities of the gods and demons.) All his ideas and experiences were derived from his native land. This lent such a strong Nepali flavor to his writing that few poets have been able to equal his simple creations in terms of content: a sense of religion, a sense of simplicity, and the warmth of his country are the strongest features of his poetry. Those who read the first lines of the Bhanubhakta Ramayan can clearly feel Nepal in them.

Narad sage went to the Land of Truth one day, wanting to bring back something good for the creation. Brahma the Creator was there and the sage sat at his feet and pleased him with devotion.

The themes which Bhanubhakta wrote about were uncomplicated. Once he went to visit a friend and not only discovered that his friend was on a journey, but that his wife was extremely rude to wayfarers. Guests and wayfarers were never treated casually by the people of his time. Houses were few and far between and if anyone refused to shelter a traveler, the traveler might have to walk several miles before finding another resting place. On top of this, there were many stories of gods who came in the guise of humans seeking shelter and judged the homeowners by their conduct. Bhanubhakta was shocked by her attitude and wrote:

The wife of Gajagharsoti is a source of fortunes that are ill She has taken leave from us all and is on the way to Hell.

As said before, the credit of discovering Bhanubhakta goes to Motiram Bhatta. Bhatta took pains to collect the miscellaneous works of Bhanubhakta and published a collection. He also wrote the poet's biography. The search for Bhanubhakta's works must have been frustrating. He did not write many poems, or few survived if he did. His works appear in fragments that are neither organized nor titled. He concentrated his efforts on the Ramayan, and most of his short poems deal with events which he felt profoundly about or they sing the praises of his gods.

I believe that Bhanubhakta wrote two masterpieces in his life. One, obviously, is the Bhanubhaktey Ramayan and the other is a letter he wrote in verse form to the prime minister while in prison. Some funds had been embezzled while Bhanubhakta worked for the local government. He misunderstood the situation, signed some papers, was made a scapegoat, and put into prison. His health became bad, he was given false hopes of being set free, and for a long time his case was not even heard. So he wrote a petition to the all-powerful prime minister requesting his freedom. The Nepalese language is always respectful; even today most letters begin with, "I humbly request…." Bhanubhakta's petition made fun of his own situation and convinced the ruler of his innocence.

Everyday I see kind authorities and they get rid of my worries. I am at peace and at night I watch dances for free. I do what my friends - mosquitoes, fleas, and bedbugs - say: the mosquitoes sing and the ticks dance, I watch their play.

I was jobless, wealth-less, my hard-earned food came from the spade, I served those people so everyone would notice me and give me respect. Without wavering I served and they were pleased and they gave overflowing attention that is never, ever, taken away.

I am forty, I have a son who is eight years old. The time for celebrating his manhood-ceremony is close. I am rotting inside these four walls, so what can I do, my Lord? How can I complete the ceremony in this darkness-filled world.

The secret of success should be given by the father, the lessons of life should be given by the mother, my child has yet to study the Vedas and serve his teacher, therefore to you, my Owner, I repeat my prayer.

Even while a great ruler like you own this earth, a Brahmin's rituals of manhood are being delayed. Whose feet do I have to place my sorrow at except yours? Please take pity on me and decide my case for better or worse.

My body is weak, it is made of grain and water. How shall I say what has befallen me here? I have suffered much sorrow, my body grows heavy, and I have been ill for many days.

I was imprisoned for a long time at Kumarichowk, illness came upon me there and after much trouble I went home. When I became well they brought me here, now you, my Owner, you are my only hope.

Whatever I explained to the authorities in writing is true. But others' answers and written proofs, I am told, have proved wrong all that I have said. I told them I would pay their fines a thousand-fold.

But they say they have signatures on papers and letters, they say their witnesses have many more tales. I said I would not plead, I would rather be false, I will say anything that gets me outside these walls.

I have no wish to spend the rest of my life in this quarrel. I have no wish to become a millionaire and fill my house with treasures. Days pass by uselessly and I cannot comfort myself if you would decide my case it would be a great help.

I have talked with the warden and he does not speak. Even if he does, his: "tomorrow, tomorrow," sounds like a joke. What are these tomorrows? It would be better to know I won't be freed. Many tomorrows passed. Please fill this empty bag of mine, I beg.

Bhanubhakta not only won his freedom with his poem, but was given a bag of money as well. So passed the most dangerous and exciting time of his life. He died in 1868 a simple man who did not know that he would be among the most revered creators of Nepal. Today Bhanubhakta is called Adikabi, the first poet of Nepal. Perhaps, it is only he and Laxmi Prasad Devkota that have become literary gods in this country. The only difference between the two is that Devkota's works continue to enjoy as much celebrity as the great poet himself while Bhanubhakta's fame tends to overshadow his writings. The eulogy that Devkota wrote to Bhanubhakta Acharya a century later follows.

The Grass Cutter by Laxmi Prasad Devkota

A tired young man, his head on a pillow of rock, sleeps underneath a tree. A grass cutter sharpens his blade near him leisurely. A sweet song of the forest steals into a gentle dream. A heart flies towards Heaven from the clear world of the living.

Wakening, the bright youth asks, "What are you doing grass cutter?" He replies smiling, "Well, we all will go our way, every person alone. There is no one in my heart for whom to tire my fingers. So I sell this grass and collect money to build a rest house and a tap for my people. If we do not sow, how will anything grow? And how long will we play with toys?

The sickle dances and the grass cutter continues, halting, collecting moments as if they are bright jewels. "This forest belongs to the gods and this is a ripe field to be cut. I reap my fruit and pay rent to the earth. This life is two days of sun and shade, so I give to the gods the rest house and the watering place."

Magnetized, the youth stares at him. It is as if lightning flashed. Leaves rustle and forest birds fly into the darkness of the trees. "Oh", from somewhere a thin sound, "The worth of this grass cutter's life."

The person who slept in the forest is shaken awake, he is shaken awake. His eyes are moist, his breasts rise and fall, two tear drops fall upon the rock. The tear drops from a caring heart make the forest's colors strange and writing on the stone like pure waves sing beautifully like the birds of the forest, the home, and of the cage.

Surroundings drink the elixir of immortality and the hills hum among themselves. Cool floods, and shades of happiness, heat and thirst are gone today. O wonderful star of Saturn, O these first sounds of Nepal. May such grass cutters fill the grounds beneath the skies of my Nepal. This language, strange and endearing, welcome like the broken voice of a child. Shy syllables, these first tender sounds, simple, transparent, and filled with light.

O birthday of my people's language, come down! come down to this earth again! It has been many days since you left and this whole country has become thirsty again. What a wonderful past! Why would the smells not be gentle? Why would the world not be bright?

Bhupi Sherchan

Bhupi Sherchan is a Nepalese poet. He was born on Mustang district in 1993 B.S. (approximately 1937) and died in 2046 B.S. (approximately 1990). He went to Banaras College. He was awarded with Sajha Puraskar in 2026 B.S. (approximately 1970).

Sherchan was the most successful poet to popularize free verse after Gopal Prasad Rimal. He has analyzed humans and human life in different ways but his biggest contribution to Nepalese society is that he has tried to show the way to the new generation through his numerous poems. His Himalayan nationalism can be seen in his poem "Hami" ("Us"), where he claimed that Nepalese are brave, but foolish (because they are brave).

Sherchan produced several odes to the martyrs of Nepal, including "Sahid Ko Samjhana," "Main Batti Ko Sikha," and "Ghantaghar". "Ghumne Mechmathi Andho Manchhe," or "Blind Man on the Revolving Chair," which won Sajha Prize (highest literary prize in Nepal), has undergone its 10th edition.

Gopal Prasad Rimal

Gopal Prasad Rimal was a poet in Kathmandu, Nepal(1918-1973). During his adolescence, he came under the influence of revolutionaries who were aspiring to overthrow the then despotic Rana regime. Though Rimal had begun his career as a successful poet in 1930, and as a playwright in 1940, it was in 1941 that the real Rimal emerged on the center stage of Nepal's literary and political arena. In 1941, the brutal execution of the patriot Dashrath Chand and his friends fired Rimal's imagination and thus revolution became the bedrock of his creative ventures. Rimal founded a creative organization called "Praja Panchayat" to raise a voice against the suppression of Nepalese masses by the autocratic Rana rulers, and was imprisoned on several occasions for his involvement in the Movement. He played a pivotal role in making the 1950-51 Democratic Movement successful, but soon after he grew disillusioned. His dreams of a democratic Nepal were shattered as "harlots of anarchy" in the garb of democracy started dancing in the "castles of filth." Rimal lost his mental balance and was sent to an asylum in Ranchi. Later, he was brought back to Nepal to spend the rest of his life roaming insane in the streets of Kathmandu with the dream of a true democracy seething within him. Rimal died in 1973.

Parijat (writer)

A statue of Parijat near 2,5 Mile Check Post, Siliguri, West Bengal, India.

Bishnu Kumari Waiba, entitled Parijat (1937-1993) was a Nepalese writer. Her most acclaimed publication was Siris Ko Phul(Blue Mimosa), which has also been adapted in the literature curriculum of some colleges in English speaking countries.

Almost life long she carried a paralyzing sickness with much dignity and strength till her death. Parijat was born in 1937 at the hill station of Darjeeling, India, a place known for its tea gardens. Because her mother Amrita Moktan died early, she was raised by her father Dr. K.S. Lama, who was a psychologist, and her grandparents.

The birthplace of Parijat, Darjeeling, was a major center of Nepali language, culture, and literature during her growing up. Darjeeling, which was once part of Nepal and was annexed into British India after Nepal lost a bitterly fought war with then expanding British Empire and ended with Sugauli Treaty of 1816 AD, remains inhabited by Nepali people and never lost its character as a major center of Nepali language, culture, and literature. Sharing a close relationship with Nepal, Darjeeling has played an influential role in the development of the country's literature. Therefore, Parijat was intricately connected to Nepal and Nepalese literature from her early childhood. Having had a keen interest in literature from her childhood, she was destined to play an important and well-appreciated role in strengthening Nepalese literature.

Parijat completed part of her schooling in Darjeeling and came to the Kathmandu in 1954. She completed her latter years of schooling at Padma Kanya School and earned a Bachelor of Arts degree. Suffering early on from physical ailments, at 26 she became paralyzed and was supported for much of her life by her sister.

In 1959, Parijat's poem was first published by Dharti. She published three poetry collections: Akanshya, Parijat Ko Kavita, and Baisalu Bartaman. Her first short story was "Mailey Najanmayeko Choro". She is, however, best known in Nepal as a novelist. Altogether, she wrote ten novels of which Siris ko Ful gained the greatest popularity. In 1965, she was awarded with the Madan Puraskar for the novel. She also received the Sarwashrestha Pandulipi Puraskar, Gandaki Basunahara Puraskar, and Bridabrit. It is one of the most important piece of work in the whole of Nepalese literature.

She was elected a member of the Tribhuwan University and was a part of Ralfa literature movement. She also played an important role in the establishment of Pragati Sil Lekhan Sangh and worked for Akhil Nepal Mahila Manch, Bandi Sahayata Niyog, and Nepal Manav Adhikar Sangathan.

Parijat remained unmarried and continued to suffer physical setbacks. While she was contributing to literature, she also tried to support social causes and initiated attempts like Prisoners' Assistance Mission. She died in 1993 but is a widely popular writer in Nepal.


Bibliography  ;-
  • Shirish Ko Phul(Blue Mimosa)
  • mahattahin
  • Paribhasit Aankhaharu
Short story
  • Maile Najanmayeko Choro
  • Akanshya
  • Parijat Ko Kavita
  • Baisalu Bartaman
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