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May 2020
Clattering of the rain,
On my window pane.
Chattering of the mind,
Desperately hoping to unwind.

Pouring everything upon me,
Flodding me with memories.

Drowning in the puddle,
Of my own emotions.
Frowning on my own thoughts.

Here i am,
Talking to the rain.
There is something in the rain.
Sovit Pokhrel
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Sovit Pokhrel  30/M/Kathmandu
(30/M/Kathmandu)   
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