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Dancing Star
Blank.
The fate of something
Until it is discovered.
Bit by bit
Time runs out.
We dive deep
In the ditch of unfulfilling
Grief.
Taken away is the joy,
Like the falling leaf.
Every occasion
Is a battle
For the suffering one.
A kind hand,
Listening eyes,
And embracing care
Would never let the river dry.
They talk in abstract language.
When they give birth
To a dancing star,
The chaos makes them
Talk in abstraction.
When your heart is heavy,
You philosophize.
Blank.
The fate of something
Until it is discovered.
Bit by bit
Time runs out.
We dive deep
In the ditch of unfulfilling
Grief.
Taken away is the joy,
Like the falling leaf.
Every occasion
Is a battle
For the suffering one.
A kind hand,
Listening eyes,
And embracing care
Would never let the river dry.
They talk in abstract language.
When they give birth
To a dancing star,
The chaos makes them
Talk in abstraction.
When your heart is heavy,
You philosophize.
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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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