The Language Of The Forgotten people

Jan 7, 2023

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By Dimple Sharma Adhikari

Do not compare my griefs with yours

when your favourite flower on a deserted land is talked about on daily

while here I sit to describe my wound

forgetting that I speak the language of the forgotten people.

By Dimple Sharma Adhikari

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