We used to step on

Dried fallen leaves for fun

And now we have crushed

our love with it

Kindling an old love

I am setting fire to

The garden of yesterday

Where you flower in solitude

The fire of setting

ablaze to the memories

When I served you is a dis-service of now

I have stepped on the fallen leaves

Then and now, kindling more of it.

You and others have fallen

From the height of my imagination

To become my order

of disorder for life.

By Sushant Thapa

From: Nepal

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