I waited so long
For the blowing feather
To find its way for someone.
I waited so truly
For the flower of patience to bloom.
The red hibiscus greets me goodbye
I fathom the measure
My night meets me in a trajectory
Where my wishes speak to me about
The serving prayers.
The destination smiles
And the burden of my shoulder
My forte is the sun in the sky of effort;
Even the darkened sky has my moon.
I meet the waves and shadows
The limit of horizon sets me free.
I again recollect the saying:
Praying verses cannot be holier
Than the hands that serve.
A tough riddle comes to be the guide
Journey is a measureless vocation
In eternal hour the aim of belief
Strikes the dart of time.
Bio: Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet who holds a Master’s degree in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. He has published three books of poetry, namely: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (Impspired, UK, 2021) and Minutes of Merit (Haoajan, Kolkata, 2021). His poems have been published in Sindh Courier, The Kathmandu Post, Trouvaille Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Journal of Expressive Writing, Dissident Voice, Harbinger Asylum, As It Ought To Be Magazine, Litehouse, My Republica, New York Parrot, International Times, Literary Yard, The Beatnik Cowboy, Dumpster Fire Press, and Impsipred among many. He lives in Biratnagar, Nepal.