In my sixteen,
On the stage of love,
Directed by her fragrance,
For a play,
For a supposed love,
I entered merrily.
But vain,
It was just the huntings of feelings.
We are all hunters of feelings.
Love, play and we the hunters
Love, play and we the hunters.
By: Raj Basyal
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