Til Kumari Sharma
Originally from Paiyun 7-Hile, Parbat, West Nepal, Til Kumari Sharma is an internationally acclaimed poet, essayist, story writer, reviewer, and translator, now residing in Kirtipur, Kathmandu. She has received numerous literary awards worldwide and is recognized as an Amazon No. 1 bestselling poet through anthologies including A Spark of Hope Vol. III, Creating a Better World, and Break the Silence Vol. III. A featured poet across international literary platforms, she is also associated as poet and co-organizer in the world record anthology Hyper Poem II. Honored with the title World Creative Hero by LOANI, she has published many books and earned global recognition for her literary contributions.
KINDLY LEADING WORLD:
Leading world with humanity is very sweet journey of life.
The world is small in my palm.
The varieties of character make the people strangers.
The life is soft and loyal in leading with higher thought.
The love of dignity is to everybody.
Being kind we can lead humans with feeling of humanity.
We can pause war and battlefields.
The conflicts of religion should not be existed.
The human worth is born in humanity.
The standard notion appears in ethics and eternity.
The delight of leading is with honesty and struggle.
Humanity leads the world.
Leading with love and kindness is worth and meaningful.
Kindness with moral thinking leads the world with light and dignity.
CHAOS OF LOVE:
When deceptive love is there no hope of life exists.
When the shining love rises security is there.
When love to bring status high is wrong.
True love crowns one love.
False love crowns another for substitution
So, no true love exists in my life.
No true love is here in this earth.
It is material joy.
That is chaos and it is just to show.
The love is nothing good when one leaves without security.
The empty ness in love survives only in money, fame and property of dowry.
Love is the disease when deceptive breath follows me.
So, going in another universe is relief rather to coming here.
LOVE IN TOMB:
From early birth love was in tomb.
No one was there to love me truly.
The love another was in his pocket. So, love true is not in my head.
So, abusive words were there.
Love was appeared for name and fame.
How unlucky I am that I do not to get true love.
Though I am living.
My love was in unconscious mode.
Because he exchanged many girls
So, to love someone deeply is misfortune.
The love was made tomb from early period.
Love was composed to another.
No chance of me to get true love.
It is my misfortune not to get true love.
© Til Kumari Sharma
Paiyun 7- Parbat, Nepal
Now Kathmandu, Kirtipur
Sep. 10-2026