The Mokshya

I got the flow
And you know how to dive.

I look ahead,
You know how not to
Live in the past.

Expressions are gateways.
We have seen life in different light
But there are living exceptions,
In some parts of the world.
We found a garden
Of the modern biblical world.

Modern everything,
Modern revolutions
And dreadful emptiness.

War and brutal
Undernourished care
And lives,

Spine of malnourished children
Haunt my dream,
Bones don’t rest easy and
They are too sharp
To be living.

Bones live in Gaza,
They never feel
The Mokshya.
How suffocating.

 

 

 

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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor

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