When the teardrops fall
Laughter
Gets lost.
Teardrops and laughter
Make us human,
For we feel pain
And joy.
The rain falls
Until it is not safe
To romanticize it.
I lose your company
We cross roads,
On uneven hours.
I pick up the guitar
It bleeds.
I see no fashion
On the streets,
Only mere survival.
People greet
And become strangers.
A mere existence
This is a strange time
When art is criticized
For being too expressive.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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