When given a chance to select a place,
I prefer my old, comfy space.
No new modifications,
No new sensations.
No added furniture around,
Not even a flower freshly found.
I don’t even change my spot,
I just sit where i last sat.
And maybe-
Or definitely-
It applies to people too!

Read more Nepali poem From Sriya Shrestha:

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Life is a pile of experience- Poem

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