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“May this night come wearing drunk cloak of love, carrying passionate desires, and intoxication of love! Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that I do not see any dreams!”

Quote by Suman Pokhrel

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Suman Pokhrel
Suman Pokhrel

Suman Pokhrel, born on September 21, 1967, is a Nepalese poet whose works are known for their profound emotions and critical reflections on social realities. more

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