She, a Beautiful Art
No barriers in art she sees
No shackles of mind tames her
Her mood is like a spring flower
Her joy is a sky touching tower
Her smile is her jewellery
She has washed her face of agony
She lives like a nature
Scars of everlasting traces of youth and Motherhood are her matter
She lives to tower
Never to call art enough and retire
She has a delightful attire
In memories she paints the desire
Rhyme is not her art
In spontaneity she ferments her dreams
The belongingness of her art
Is a mindful game of beauty.
©Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal