I paint a pink sky
Where birds cast their net
And reach their own sea
They desire to soar high
They aim to fly
The sky is a sea for me
With its undefined vastness
I wish to reach somewhere
Maybe the walks of oblivion
Will be my journey
That I am not sure of
The velvety touch of morning dew
In my garden
The petrichor beside my cottage
Is all that is to celebrate
Like a grand festival of inquisitiveness,
In my reach.
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Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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