There is a control in life
Only attained in a journey.
Looking content is a symbol.
It is yellow sorrow
That drives the pink ways
Through the path of red revolutionary dreams.
I have to talk about whiteness;
A grey sky of hope.
Clouds that sail in the horizon
Separate and bind again somewhere;
Letting the sunset dream for the sunrise.
The night greets the stars and
Stars greet the moon.
The dark night sleeps
And the bright day wakes up.

                                                ~ Sushant Thapa

                                                   Biratnagar, Nepal