Hold me like a company,
See the light,
Buried in my chest,
Radiating the love.
The shadow hides,
We sing of the wonderful
Home ahead.
We keep up the moon,
The stars are like our
Love studded words.
Letters were posted,
I became a poet,
Used to hide my art.
You read my lovely letters
And called them literature,
You walked out,
I poured the melancholy
In wine glasses,
Kissed the rainbow
Like the hues of
Your love.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor