Tiresome Rest
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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