Let the life be an easy drive,
Let the wind sing
The soulful song.
Let the breath teach you
A distinction of life.
A thirst to materiality
Let it dust away
The fragrances of remains.
A golden sun
Is a merry sight
Just born out of love.
A kissing wind
Blowing upon
The request of Petrichor
Softens the earth
For you to tread on.
One barren heart
Seeks even a teardrop
Of love.
Out of teardrop,
A nearest shoulder
Consoles.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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