Sushant Thapa
There is a way
Through the woods.
I look and marvel
The passage.
There are footsteps
And more to come.
I left my print of heart
And it has flowered like wildflower.
I have an overflowing love pitcher.
I left the pitcher in the woods.
A story is my footsteps
Where I trace new destinations.
I slept under the stars
And read in the moonlight,
The papers of your destinations,
Your travel itinerary.
Carry me to the hills of bliss.
Let me be the path seeker
Of your journey,
That would make a soulful story.
-Biratnagar-13, Nepal
