I think subjectivity gets so small sometimes.

The nation might be unaware about you.

How you exist as a living phantom

Even in your home.

How you know it,

How you exist.

The world a larger share

The city a living metaphor of desired existence.

How existence connects the life lasts through eternity;

How solitude is plenty for self healing.

Nothing hides its mirrored reflection.

Nothing runs away.

Nature bows down to the well of time

Drawing bounty of thirst quenching rain.

By Sushant Thapa

From: Nepal

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