Waking Up

I can be the spotlight
I can be the stage without the fright
I can be the sunshine cracking
I can be moonlight resting with the night
I can be the pathos of hospital beds,
The broken medicine man.
Your name heard daily in the loudspeaker
From afar, cannot just be of a lesser belief.
I can be the healing seed
Of a Rudraksha.*  
The journey of a spree.
The ambition of a standing tree.
I am a harmless wind,
I am tasteless water
That drives away the taste of thirst.
Let me be a glory
A unique dream
That wakes up in sleep.

*Rudraksha is a prayer bead.




Sushant Thapa
Picture  Nick  Victor


Bio: Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet who holds a Master’s degree in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. He has published three books of poetry, namely: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (Impspired, UK, 2021) and Minutes of Merit (Haoajan, Kolkata, 2021). His poems have been published in Sindh Courier, The Kathmandu Post, Trouvaille Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Journal of Expressive Writing, Dissident Voice, Harbinger Asylum, As It Ought To Be Magazine, Litehouse, My Republica, New York Parrot, International Times, Literary Yard, The Beatnik Cowboy, Dumpster Fire Press, and Impsipred among many. He lives in Biratnagar, Nepal.



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