I care
And how meanings bloom
Is a lovely flower.
You were a stranger,
But a visitor is never
Without destination,
You came to me.
The world started
Becoming a blooming forgiveness.
Getting soaked in rain
I whisper for silence
To care in July.
It is in every cloud
That a sprout can rain.
I remember the faces
Of built stone-gods
That sprout water
In Kathmandu.
Humans are mortal gods,
The rock of Sisyphus
Is the new dawn for the underworld.
I keep meeting you
In every mistake like departure
And deep heart of remembrance,
Like someone for whom
July leads to sweet August.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Grete Stern
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