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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