A Collection of amateur and raw Poems from the sub urban side of kathmandu to the world out there.
Some of the poems are in Nepali ( नेपाली ) as well.
Hope You'll Enjoy
When he was Young He had the time, energy and he was free When he was Young He would sit back relax and count the tress Care free of all the debris of the world His mind was unsoiled But now he's utterly spoiled Frustration, anxiety and loneliness to that unchaperoned mind Felt as if he's the only kind... - animesh shrestha
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