What happens
When you don’t love
A flower bouquet?
Love just sales and
Becomes too costly.
A store of love
Goes empty
Unless you
Love an appreciative artist.
A personal redemption
Builds a rusted prison in you.
The fragrance of boredom wafts.
A universal river
Just becomes
A washing consolation.
Art is there to mystify
It is there to measure
The height of fall
When affection
Fall from the height of imagination
And make proper awakenings.
A bar
Cannot replace
A barefoot garden walk
In the morning dewy grass.
A bouquet if loved
Becomes a garden of love.
Poem by
Sushant Thapa
©Sushant Thapa 2023
Bio of the Poet
Sushant Thapa (1993) is from Biratnagar, Nepal. He is an M.A. in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. His fourth and upcoming book of poems titled “Love’s Cradle” is going to be published by World Inkers Printing and Publishing, New York, USA. He teaches Business English to undergraduate students in Biratnagar, Nepal.
