Asmita Manandhar is currently doing a bachelor's in media studies from Kathmandu University. She loves reading, writing and getting published. Her interest in photography and mutimedia is growing rapidly as well.
The walk does not wish to halt
And so I'm not going home
And so you cannot go
But someday this will end
And we shall stop
And between the scented flowers
We can sleep on the grasses
And count the endless stars
You can look into my eyes
And I play with your hair.
The walk does not wish to halt
And so I'm not going home
And so you cannot go
But someday this will end
And we shall stop
And between the scented flowers
We can sleep on the grasses
And count the endless stars
You can look into my eyes
And I play with your hair...
I do not understand poetry much but this one I do. LOVE this poem.
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