A waking sensibility
Remembers the task
As if it was a thirsty dream.
The coat is tattered,
The winter chill rising.
When need calls
The bells of urgency rings.
To keep the inspiration shower
From sprinkling,
Taking up chances
And even risks to be discovered,
Can unearth.
The mysticism in words
Is a lyrical life,
If perception is not misunderstood.
The numbness cannot douse
The beating heart.
Deep inside,
A meditative trance seeks the approval.
Society is within too.
The goodness you show is the momentum
You seek in the world.
It might synchronize with you.
A version seeks the seasonal changes.
It calls forth the mindful change.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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