Love is the flower
of appreciation
let it flower in the garden.
I set to flames
the memories.
I walk out like the falling alphabets.
You still conquer my imagination.
I keep remembering
your affection.
I smooth the creases
of disfigured imagination
yet love rains.
I am on a long walk
I am on the highway of judgment.
Love has left its imprint
in my mind.
There is no you
but my unexpressed love rains
and drowns me.
Hope my judgment day
embraces your last kiss
and sets me free.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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