I am on the lookout
For someone.
A companion.
Her absence makes
A perfect poem.
She is also not a rhyme
To match with
The rhythm of my life.
I gaze into depth
Of terrible existential moments.
I hope to handle
The thorn of love,
And also kiss the flower.
My life is written in stones
And I walk the difficult steps.
Someone will walk through me,
See me blindfolded
And yet worshipping words
Like a poet of longing.
© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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