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“Whether anybody comes to convince me or not a part of my life does always ache arresting my chest.”

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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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