Beneath the halo
Of the moonlight
I recite my stars
Of uncounted feelings.
One sky I have to make mine.
One rainbow to paint the plight.
A drop of harmony
To break the shackles of sorrow
And drop a bead of art.
I see the wonders
To smile and live.
Coming from a tough life
Where stretch marks win
And the game is lost to be seen.
Progress is a miracle
One art speaks of deviation
But the other art accepts.
Consolation of the wheel
Stops when aims and aspirations
Weep and roll.
A forward march is
More important than a victory march.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Photo Nick Victor
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