Poetry The Lonely Street March 14, 2021 Share FacebookTwitterPinterestWhatsApp Must read Mawn Mawn I walk the streetsfilled with the solitudeand the softmelancholy musicyet,crowded bythousands ofunknown facesforgotten to sigha breatheand liveor forgotten to seethe unknown facesand give a small smileto feel lived! Share FacebookTwitterPinterestWhatsApp Previous articleCradle Story of an InsomniacNext articleSelf-Confidence More articles Color of Flowers in a Garden                              When Rain had Seized Kathmandu Twin Poems by Dustin Pickering LEAVE A REPLY Cancel reply Comment: Please enter your comment! Name:* Please enter your name here Email:* You have entered an incorrect email address! Please enter your email address here Website: Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Latest article Paudyal’s ‘Notes of Silent Times’: A Review Poet Santosh Kumar Pokharel’s ‘The War and Other Poems’ Released Lamsal’s ‘Karna’: A Bottom-Up Epic Color of Flowers in a Garden                              In Loving Memory of Greta Rana
