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| Jill Wellington |
Your World
It will see the daylight.
It will grow like tulips.
It will be a prophetic song.
It will be a prayer of someone.
It will cast its colors,
It will splash like luscious mud.
I am keen to fallen Mimosa flowers
At your feet.
You are the statue of faith.
I trust in showing you reverence.
These words are expensive
If they make you literary slave.
One hand ties, the other shakes.
Journey is a go,
And turn to reach.
Your world will be born one day.
It will have its belly laughter.
The grass will tickle it,
The scent of the flowers will make it drunk.
Your world will find its world.
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| Sushant Thapa |
Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet who holds an M.A. in English from Jawaharlal Nehru University in New Delhi, India, with nine books of English poems and one short story collection to his credit. His poems are published at The Kathmandu Post, Trouvaille Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Outlook India, Corporeal Lit Mag, Feed the Holy, Masticadores USA, Indian Review, etc. He is an English lecturer in Biratnagar, Nepal.
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