I wake up to behold peace.
I want that, which you lack.
The windows open,
The doors lie for an invite.
You are my humanity
I want to kiss your sky
The changing day
Invites the radiating dotted night sky
I chant the healing mantra,
I don’t know which soul hides.
Flowers still kiss the wind;
Leaves of wire sing about peace.
My vessels cross the sea
Like Neruda’s “Here I Love You.”
Every absence is a recollection
Every departure a longing
Love and life
Go hand in hand.
There in the free world
Peace writes in the air.
I want to live
Before death knocks, at my door.
© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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