Transience
The nodding approval
A waking color
The smoky transience
Still follwed by shadows
I rest
I become a night
Studded with countless stars.
One moon sets and the sun
Wakes up dreamy.
It clears the way to the horizon.
The silver rain
Makes music in my heart.
I am a close beat of art
When the curtains are drawn
I have a flower of ecstacy waking up
And dancing to the sleeping shadows.
In the aching hour
The temptation recalls
A touch and a memory.
©Sushant Thapa
M. A. English, Jawaharlal Nehru University
