Track of time
Has found a new way
In this busy city.
New moon has dawned
In the same old known sky.
I pause my breath in the crowded city
To count the alive souls.
Hustle and bustle in the evening lights
Has painted the streets in new colours.
Watchmakers check time;
Each moment they try
To make the stopped time
Run on the clocks.
Naked steps have fathomed the path clearly
Summer does not kill
The hunger with the heat.
The flower selling little boy
Knocks at the car door;
The buyer remembers his forgotten lover.
The evening has its tiresome rest.
Souls do not want to embrace the reality.
Yellow light invites words
To be written in a secret diary
Under the bulb.
Rain do not wash the ill-conscience.
Intuition tries not to lose the creative path.
Sushant Thapa is from Biratnagar, Nepal. He has published three books of poems: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (Impspired, UK, 2021) and Minutes of Merit (Haoajan, Kolkata, 2021). He is an English lecturer to undergraduate level students of BBA and BIT at Nepal Business College, Biratnagar, Nepal. He has an M.A in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. He has been published in print, online, school book and anthologies around the world. He also writes Flash Fictions, Short Stories and Book Reviews.
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