An Evening–Sushant Thapa

An Evening

Who knows what will melt the sun.
The sun sets
It misses the morning light
The moon prepares
To dawn and the sun
Sees its future
On the face of the moon.
The ticking time
Doesn’t do any justice
But leaves its vast imprint.
Those who can find themselves
Set for eternity
To script themselves.
A poet’s truth
Is snow on the mountain
That has every bearing
To make the delving seekers smile.
The natural snow shines
And the artificial camera
Shoots the mountain,
This is the balance
With which mankind captures
The natural images.
The evening empire
Raises the offspring of light,
They just rest in the dusk
To grow anew.

Copyright Sushant Thapa
M.A. English, Jawaharlal Nehru University