Realization
The sun smiles on my dawn
The blanketed stars,
The first light
That real eyes realize.
I am a wanderer
A freedom soul of virtue.
When the vices come
To arrest me,
I am silent in my appearance;
For, once a wise man said nothing.
The fountain of love
The ink of self-believe.
The flowing words,
The stable heart,
All belong to the time
That is passing
And mixes with eternity.
The stars can remain uncounted,
That one delight
That you feel while gazing at
The cosmos,
Shining in the dark,
Makes the stars alive.
The stars become your night sun
And you realize the love
That rises in you.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
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