Peace is a gateway
To my survival.
You create wars,
The gunman has a family too.
What got left behind is
Not culture,
In this case.
I cover my eyes
To the mist
Of inhuman affection.
I cannot write more,
I cannot think
How war can nurture us.
This poem ends here,
A war begins there.
It keeps on going.
I took a deep breath
In the underground garden.
A flower blooms
In the grave,
This is today’s news.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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