Discontent Misery
Each step you walk
A firm conviction.
Yet not a foolish aim
To walk on the broken glass.
Each look you eye with
Not a lost oblivion.
No preaching as such
In life, that can tame the wildflower.
Just some magical wisdom.
The stray evenings
With fireflies dancing in the dark,
The depth of the cave
Not on display.
A towering aim
Revolting in its uprising.
The rhythm of laughter
Yet beautiful uncontrolled.
The voice of the voiceless
Still painted with the color of plight.
All beautiful
But at times,
Discontent misery.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar, Nepal