A blank page I see
I wait for expression
I see a canvas
My joy waits to be splashed.
You call the river simple
I say the world has its wrinkles.
Mankind betraying the earth
The revolting backfire
The treasure of consolation
Has become a blank sight
For us.
Yet, the kind earth sprouts
Every second of new flowers
Kiss the world
And the winter blanket of snow
Is not shy.
The mountains need their snow.
The lakes need their reflection.
The earth lives and
Every season has its supreme time.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar, Nepal