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I wonder why

I wonder why

- by Suman Rai

In spite of their eyes On your beautiful smile It’s on your uncovered skin And still, the blame is on you ...

Memory remains

Memory remains

- by Prakash Pradhan

Like me on time to judge, shine, A profound glory,  Memory remains. ...

The fat man's repentance

The fat man's repentance

- by Dipendra Thapa

They say fat men are funny And I am the fat man And single Because everybody likes joker ...

Scattered love

Scattered love

- by Arjun BK

Wondering where is it ? Is it in the depth of earth? ...

#And

#And

- by Bhumika Surana

And when I'm lost  its poetry that finds me holding me close  till my erratic heart  calms down. ...

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I wonder

I wonder

- by Moin Uddin

I wonder how a single person can handle so many values Values of religion Values of family Values of self

Everytime

Everytime

- by Arjun BK

Everytime when hiccpus come Your name comes first in my thought

Who is he?

Who is he?

- by Kabita Oli

He is the one I admire ​The one very wish I desire Twinkling star of the sky Laughter in every cry

Dream seen yesterday

Dream seen yesterday

- by Jagrit Acharya

A fantasy submerged in a surreal thought A desire that your childish pride sought

Let me tell you

Let me tell you

- by Prakash Pradhan

Let me be found Let me be a story in your lifeline,

Home

Home

- by SARMITA SHRESTHA

Relationship is like a house. When a light bulb burns out,

Girl with many roles

Girl with many roles

- by Moin Uddin

And there he was ignoring me like he hadn't known me I wished that he would come and talk to me

Love me or love me not!

Love me or love me not!

- by Sonam Lama

Love me or love me not I am the morning dew drop Bloomed from your heart Glistened by the ray

Keep moving

Keep moving

- by Moin Uddin

The time is limited and I have so much to do The struggle is real but I need to move I can't get stuck and drown my fate That's why I am working hard at every minute.

Subvert life

Subvert life

- by Dipendra Thapa

Close the window, lock up the door And feel the tremor of the floor Tell me, how it feels to sit under the sword of Damocles