I like writing poems all the time.
That is how my thoughts find shape.
Like the pottery being made
I weave words.
My worldview and my foolish heart
Share a room.
My solitude is my companion
As long as my free verses adhere
To be the wandering riders
Of my kingdom.
The world smiles
With its greetings,
I give it a wink,
In a blink of an eye
I catch a poetry train.
Will you be my companion?
Do you dare to walk a step further
In this poetic quest?
Our destinations might be the same.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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