Essence
In a faraway country
The lights shun,
They flicker.
It will still be thought that
Dreams have roads to reality.
People leave their homes,
In search of a new home
Somewhere else.
A belief is the essence of life.
An old timer
Can still carry a fresh flower.
The barefoot garden walks
Is a blessing.
The single splash of love,
Rains like a godly descendant.
The aroma of essence
Be it literary, spiritual or worldly
Does not lead to folly
It brings you back,
Even if you are unheard,
Your mute alphabets
Will stand the test of time,
They will be heard,
Like a freedom battling,
For the last dust of life,
When the circle of life
Meets and ends.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
M.A. English, Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi
Residence: Biratnagar, Nepal
