Let me wake up
On the flower bed.
I saw a girl
With love in her eyes
And flowers in her hair;
Just like the Led Zeppelin Song.
I might aim for a travel to California
Just like the song.
I can sense a flower art
Even in a hard stone work.
I sculpt my heart out.
I have a weaving nest
To spend by the nodding fire,
Just like the Poem by Yeats.
Life is an art
And living is the purpose
But art provides us a new heart
To renew the abstract
And get an extract of choices.
I write the world
With love and care.
© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor