1 month ago
Walking by the meadows
Whenever I walk by the meadows, surprisingly I find my moving shadows!
And memories come on flaunting, as if they're movie
Flashback scenes that keeps on roving.
The harping on of people that you know
Who keep on regretting, on each tiny mistakes
that you transgress once.
The pleasant walk turns into a walk on eggshells
Furrowing the upheavals
I look in the horizon and its orange fragmentation
A sudden realization gushes into my mind
That life itself is a fissure of all those diluting allure!!
- by Sushant Thapa
- by Pratibha Baral
- by Moin Uddin
- by Amrit Poudel