The Trash of Civilization
No personal hatred
No exaggeration
The dispute is a pit
Where the sideliners fall
Some emerge victorious
Some are lost in turmoil
A lotus blooming in a ditch,
Is an open mind.
What purpose does life serve?
The imagination needs to run wild
The knowledge follows
Out of curiosity.
Writing with the blood and
Turning it to literature,
A true service.
The civilization needs a scripted history
The oral narrative is however a reality.
No trash of civilization is unhealthy;
It is just undiscovered.
The color of literature is revolutionary
You say the unheard
Perform the undreamed.
What you call trash
Will bite its roots and
It flowers for the days to come.
A good message
Greets generations in art;
The invention
If thrown in trash
Becomes for good
The trash of civilization.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar, Nepal