Before Humanity Melts

by Sushant Thapa / January 19th, 2025

From the ethereal
I pluck a rose
Like the incantation
That reads my horoscope.
The grip and tone
Of any idea
Is its meaning.
Not lost in the abandonment
Spontaneity is a green lawn.
The seafaring outwardness
Is a treasure dove
That pecks at its alms;
Someone has to
Light the candle
Before humanity melts.
In closed rooms
And delights of despair
An ink scripts
The fateful reality
Of the running time.

Sushant Thapa serves as an assistant editor to Himalaya Diary, an online publishing platform. He lives in Biratnagar, Nepal. He holds an M.A. in English from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. His fourth book entitled "Love's Cradle" was published by World Inkers Printing and Publishing New York, and Dakar, Senegal recently. Read other articles by Sushant.

This article was posted on Sunday, January 19th, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.