Inkless Desire

The guitar played
For your evening star
Sings brighter than my noon.
I empty to fill, but
I do not give to lose.
The human sun
Wakes with
The sparkle in the eyes
And feet that circles the world.
My clay is blessed,
My yard guards
Your resting soul
With flowers that swing
In the breeze of love.
Death stops with me,
I make peace
And wave it goodbye,
My circle of life ends
With my days and nights of vigor.
This is my written remembrance
Not lost in inkless desire.




Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal

Picture Nick victor

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