Musings
/Long distance
Conversation got wrong
Lies growing in a flower vase
Grows to touch the sky.
The lowly self
Takes the words home
Ideas don't build pottery
Execution and groundwork
Makes the effort lively
The setting sun has a life until the morn
It disappears with a life
Its return takes time.
We grew with sensations
One feeling wet with experience
Now the working room,
Smiles every morning.
Travel is a need
Stay is a desire,
One proper art rules.
By Sushant Thapa
From: Nepal
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