Learning to Mark

My home,
Where morsels are left
For birds to eat.
The rain falling since the early morn,
My excuse to read Demian
by Hermann Hesse-
The good and bad world in it.
In my study,
Where I still learn to read and write.
I have been learning
To read and write,
Since I was born.
I speak not of your
Inhuman justices.
The humane cave
Has been my enlightening abode.
I mark your presence
As a story,
As an idea,
As an understood fable.
I count hours before
I can finish my book.
I write to create and forget;
Perhaps to script and forget
Is the goal,
To recall again in the hour of need.




Copyright Sushant Thapa
Picture Nick Victor


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