I kissed the last book
After I finished reading it.
Never was it done so easy
It was not a task
Because I never felt it as a burden.
The weight of words can reveal.
The burden is let loose.
I kiss the last mental display,
The words move me like images.
I see words like a movie, as I read.
Wake me not from this spellbinding life.
My hands are firm,
I see the world through the height of words.
Speaking is futile,
When I read the words perform actions.
Blessed is the senses,
When I distill the equivocation.
The liquid electricity of words
Shine the dark road to the unseen soul.
Reading lets the light dance
In the open cosmos.
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Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
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