Game of Flame

An abode of stay
To call the world mine.
Perfection and mirror,
Imperfection and desire,
Wishes and truth.
Every second has stood
The burning game of flame;
Lights and colorful reality
Is extra lavishness.
There is hunger out there
Out of my sight it tortures
The empty stomachs.
I count the hungry faces and
Still could not number them,
Their dreams are doubtful.
When reality is so painful
Where do they hide their
Mask of misery?
The stars of yesterday
Are not to be counted
When you can cage
The whole sky today.
A messiah sun has to dawn and guide.

Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet who holds a Master's degree in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. He has published three books of poetry. His poems have been published in The Kathmandu Post, Trouvaille Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Harbinger Asylum, As It Ought To Be Magazine, Litehouse, My Republica, The Beatnik Cowboy, Dumpster Fire Press, The Gorkha Times and Impsipred among many. Read other articles by Sushant.