By The freshness
Of the rainy morning
Wakes up
Another morning
In my artistic heart.
I sense a beat
Of a budding romance
Shared like
The first love’s envelope,
With a letter within.
An art is woven
Like a tattoo of Bhairav.
There is awe-inspiring
Happiness
In the eyes of this morning,
Yet the ground is
Soft like honey.
The lightning of the night
Has caged fear, but
It is to be forgotten.
© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
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