I keep a close watch
You are my audience,
Yes, the one reading my poem.
I reach out in these bits,
The world will banish us
If I invite you to my bar,
To share two glasses of loneliness.
Art is my heart,
It is a devoted celebration
And quiet spillings.
I am touched with distances
That measure not
My humane belongings.
I keep a close watch
To be free.
I smile when the rain falls,
The cracked feet of our farmers
Are the sunny drought lands.
We seek peaceful rain
To kill war
And bloom forgiveness.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Durdy Bayramov