Heartful of Memory
I am not a troublesome genius
I just have a heartbeat that is alive
Beating like the engine
Of a running vehicle.
I also travel with my conscience
Give me no your shoes
My legs aren’t just alone.
I am a simple thirst,
A simple hunger
More than anything full.
The passion rusts my soul for good.
The sight of creativity isn’t away
From my eyes.
The water is simple,
The rain that makes music is simple
The waves in the ocean,
The stars that
Wave goodbye in the morning
Are simple sketches on a broad canvas.
Isn’t life beautiful
With colors that tempt and
With ways that bend?
To live and script eternity
An artist of a forgotten time
Wakes up with a heartful of memory.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
