The street,
The commotion,
The rain.
The careless whisper,
The careful silence.
Knocked out of liberty
Every laughter is a crime.
Looking around
The harbor is a true visualization
Of harpooned lore.
Cast away are the eyes,
Staggering are the legs
On the stage.
A public kiss would try to
Make the world cover its eyes,
But nature has no morality.
I walk down
The same road,
I change in every step.
Candle lights are not for streets,
It is a tough lullaby.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor