Every night there is me
And every night
There is my library.
I act free caged in my phone
The library remains untouched.
The lights are shining bright
In my library,
I lie down and enter the whirlwind of thoughts,
I want to feel the touch of every black letter.
The time rushes like a bullet train
Untouched deadlines arise out of the casket
And life is a slow progression,
I wish to cast my will
To my library and travel in its unexplored cave.
Slowly I rise.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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