My City - Beat of Heart

Sushant Thapa

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Published On: July 17, 2020 01:32 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Picking metaphor from the old urban street,

Wet road resembles washed away tiredness.

Fresh is the nature after soaked clouds have disappeared.

Washed is the floating simile like a paper boat floating quietly in exuberance,

Even after the rain has stopped.

Noisy gully leading to a quiet park

Muffles and also soothes the clatter

If heard in minuteness against the darkness of nature with its own spark.

Like on a moonlit journey and starlit embark,

When seconds are longer than minutes and minutes are longer than hours, and when

The only time that ticks is paused in the beat of heart.

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