-Sushant Thapa
The sunrays are warmer
For the arrival of winter.
The succulent apple
Tastes heavenly.
Winter has a tender glow
In its glittering attire.
The mist in my garden walk
Touches my feet,
War and earthquake
Becomes a prick in my heart,
Yet, I choose to walk
And walk.
A soothing agony
Mixes like a whirlpool of blood.
I have colours that nurture,
Help and grow.
A growing age of childhood's innocence
Has been suffocated
By the grown, age of experience
I wish the arrival of winter
Washes the weather of war.
Sushant Thapa (born in 1993) is an award-winning Nepalese poet from Biratnagar-13, Nepal who holds a Master’s degree in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. He has published five books of English poetry, namely: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (Impspired, UK, 2021), Minutes of Merit (Haoajan, Kolkata, 2021), Love’s Cradle (World Inkers Printing and Publishing, New York, USA and Senegal, Africa, 2023) and Spontaneity: A New Name of Rhyme (Ambar Publication House, New Delhi, 2023).
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We allregret growing up at some point of time and the emptiness of winter re-ignites this thought
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