From my wooden window,
The snow outside
Is like the arrival of spring.
I can endure the snow
As long as I can understand
The world from a window.
Life looks messy
My window changes my heart.
The observation from it
Is what I seek to behold.
My world otherwise,
Fitted in a room
Seeks a vantage point.
I see thousand birds,
Flying like kites of togetherness.
I want to leap
And kiss the sky.
Nature sees
A delicate flower blooming,
I want to see the same flower and
Be mesmerized by its delicate fragrance.
I want to keep that fragrance
And let it knock
The big door of my memory.
The hearth of the concrete world,
Is cold from inside.
Out there through the window
I hear nature calling me.
Every beautiful soul
Captures the mesmerizing essence slowly,
Outside the window.
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Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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