Every beginning
Can be meaningful,
But it is more meaningful
To make ends beautiful.
In wisdom’s inquiry
The bell rings
With an awakening.
The spring is a tale of the past.
There is no fragrance in the flower
Until it reaches you.
Life is so common
Yet is lived differently,
Because it leads to unwelcomed roads.
Courage only blooms under observation.
The fate is a rolling stone
Let it not roll like a playful dice
At the cost of life and death.
The efforts can rain joy
Bringing contagious smiles,
That can move the mountains in you.
A wandering journey
Can be the alchemy
To discover the gold of survival.
Seizing the future is knowing
The value of present time.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
.