- Offline Thinker
- October 30, 2021
Night | Poem | Makhliyokhon Umirzakova
The sheet of silence became soaking wet, The moon made a plopping sound and swam in the stream. The pearls
The sheet of silence became soaking wet, The moon made a plopping sound and swam in the stream. The pearls
उडिरहेका छन् ती लाखौं सपना जसको कुनै मोड छैन् मुर्छा परेको मान्छेले सोच्दैछ मेरा सपना तुहिएको छ हिनता बोध गर्दा