Poetry

Real Imagination

Entered the words in my dictionary
With your acceptance
Sometimes sang my songs of arrival alone
With your sad departure.
Lonely as the yellow sun
Never meeting the blue stars
Shining through harsh and hassle
Writing through a pen and waste paper bin.
A log in the woods
Waiting to be crafted for domestic use.
Finding a home inside the world
Is a hopeful delight of real imagination.

                                                                                                           ~ Sushant Thapa

                                                                                                         Biratnagar, Nepal

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