I smiled at the dawn
But it stole my happiness.
I survived the thunder
But I lost my home.
I seek a garden
Of dreams, doors of reality
Ajar like inviting landscape.
The sunrise in my eyes,
The musical token
Of remembrance
When your hands drifted away
With your last presence.
Years have passed,
There is a you in me.
I am lost
In the crowded city,
In the room of solitude.
A mediocre solitude
Is a complete musical virtue,
Only when recollections serve
To be literary.
Sushant Thapa
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Bio: Sushant Thapa is a poet from Biratnagar, Nepal with nine books of poems to his credit. He is an English Lecturer by profession.
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