Mahanish Jung Thapa Poems

Few years ago in the zero mile
The blood of the Blues flew in the Nile.
The ace of air could not breathe
The feet of movement could not creep.
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Dear Rohit,

As the warm air passes with the Express, I wonder every beats of heart now express the virgin notes
The virgin notes come along with the symphony of saxophone where dark line lies within white clouds
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Although the Red started on white
Alas! the Red itself sets on flames
The azure background turns to black
Miss Seven feels herself as albino
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