Let me live
With dreams in
My chest, buried.
I need no grave
To beautify my afterlife.
Dreams get lost,
I am awake
To the beats of choices.
Let me choose to be me,
Then you can cast
Your dream upon my
Shoulder.
It is heavy,
The force of your dreams
Sink in my sea.
I have a passionate thirst,
My words are my rooms
With a view
Of a purple sinking sun,
And an anticipated
Clearer sunrise.
This winter I am alone,
Your judgement less company
Would make me
Paint a new sunshine.
.
© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor