Tales of crimson divide
Push away the darkness.
I reach at my oblivion
And call you
It is heard that
Life is a struggle.
But is it understood as such?
We have hours to go on
And seconds before
We meet and become one.
To not know is to suffer
To grow is to be together.
When perception matches
Life dances to every step
With a tune
That is hard to find.
When open embraces welcome
The departure
Every divine growth
In a mere mortal soul
That is slowly departing
Is celebrated.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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