The Mailbox

We learn to cycle in younger days,

We also learn to fall and stand.

The first light does not pain the eye

Do you remember the fright of your first darkness?

If you remember your first letter and

When you completed your first sentence,

Do you remember who arrived on your holidays?

And where did you go to?

Ask the going and coming in life to a mailbox standing in your lawn 

Stationary and carrying the letters that moved you.

Like people coming and going,

The mailbox receives glances,

 People try to understand the letters it carries,

Somebody must be willing to write. 

Mailbox in your lawn

Brings the mail man to your door

Who is he to you?

Except a close affection

And a waiting that is over. 

When you get written to

Who do you first reply to?

When you get started with words

Where does the mailbox take you?       







Sushant Thapa

Bio: Sushant Thapa is an M.A. in English Literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. Recently, he has been published in Trouvaille Review. His poems have also appeared in, USA. His poems have appeared in the print in The Kathmandu Post and online in My City portal of Republica Daily from Kathmandu, Nepal. His poems have also appeared in The Gorkha Times, Kathmandu, Nepal. Indian Periodical, India has also published his poems and he has also been published in Sahitto Bilingual Literary Magazine, Bangladesh. He is also forthcoming in a pandemic anthology and his first book of English poetry is also releasing soon. Sushant lives in Biratnagar-13, Nepal.  


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