Let the cage open,
Let the sky be measured.
The revealing chapters of life
Are wisdom scrolls of time.
Chapters evoke the feelings
Of study.
The cage isn’t a home;
No garden to walk barefoot,
No free shackles.
The feelings if caged
Would hate the first
Smile on the face of
A newly blooming child.
The audition of happiness
For the world
Is to be judged by not
Caging the feelings.
The age of innocence
Isn’t a scratch
On the face of experience.
Childhood hours
Lead to snowcapped mountains
Of experience.
© Sushant Thapa
Picture Nick Victor
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
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