I wrote what I wanted to
I never thought it was poetry.
The dancing steps of rhyme got away.
The wind blew in every corner
Of my city, and music kissed the ears
Of jolly children at play.
I wrote my heart out.
I hear the mood swings.
It was just a word more.
It was just a piece of soulful dime
Exchanged for concrete words.
I exchanged laughter
I exchanged greetings
And the sad heart
Felt the beat.
I wrote what I have to
Went a little ahead
Behind the blind horizon
To see what I seek.
Meaning is what happens
When life responds.
© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor