Sushant Thapa
I feel that
It is the smile
That can lessen the burden.
It is a welcoming gesture.
I and my colleagues
Were by the lake,
The fresh air melted
My burden of the previous night.
The lake water
Is addictive.
I can calm my nerves.
We chat about the country,
The enclosed venue
Makes it monotonus.
As large as the discourse,
Our love for the nation grows,
Maybe we do not know that
While using high-tongue criticism.
Deep inside
A nation grows
In picnic spots,
A journey to cherish.
We don’t pretend.
The cold is
Our surviving nation.
We sway like a newly born leaf,
With a hope to live
A little in the cold,
Before spring arrives.
