“Lampposts look, in the glow of their defeated light, robbed by the fog, but cannot tell if the streets, lying by stretching limbs in courtyards, are sleeping face downwards or supine.” — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
“Butterflies, as if unaware that darkness is no impediment to love, are playing the primordial game with light.” — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
