Sunday 30 October 2022

One Poem by Sushant Thapa

 




Fare-thee-well 

 

Laying by the fireplace in winter

A book opens

The chapter for non-swimmers

Teaching them to fish.

Embrace of it,

A pushing folly,  

Forbidden rusty pages,  

A mind opener.  

Pages dawning, 

Not like a bouquet unloved.

The bookmark

Bringing back

The clothed baby alphabets

Growing with blush and bloom.

The snow bird singing

The melodious spring full of words,

Night table light

Bidding fare-thee-well  

Only to keep shining.

 

 


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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