I enter a gap
In history
Created now.
My knowledge is flickering
But the source of water
Hasn’t dried.
I tried to sleep
And keep telling myself
That a glorious morning will arise
Tomorrow.
The debris of human archetype
Haunts the scripts of future
When war interrupts
The divine madness
Of possible literary beings.
Humanism can soothe the pain.
I fire my words
To reach in pearls
That can glitter in the bosom
Of wasteland heart.
I know not
About hopeless optimism,
Instead I long for
Which is my messiah symbol?
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Photo Nick Victor
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