Only Real Eyes Blink True

Out on the streets
I inhale
A long breath.
The quagmire of
Repeating dilemma
Vanishes
Like the fluttering moth.
No gunpowder in the air.
The footsteps of war
And no victory marches
Is the need of the hour.
The social message
Not on social media.
The homonyms
Of my pronunciation
Lie when you hear
Me speak on the screen.
Meet me when the road ends
I would still be on my journey.
For someone I have arrived
But not for the difficult box of time
Hanging on my wall calendar.
Whatever happens
I know
Only real eyes blink true.

Sushant Thapa 

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