I prefer solitude

And I lock myself in a room  

In a fatal trajectory, I sleep

a slow wakefulness

Light envisions me  

I dream of keeping alive the memories

Of pain and sorrow

No will to borrow

If I witness violence tomorrow

I cannot react abruptly  

I am bounded with obligations and chained by  

The society with sharp differences  

Which violate my absence  

And kill my presence,  

I exist for them in a different tone and morality  

They impose from their understanding  

I cannot become adept to their vain disguise.

But, feel a redemption coming  

I sense my way unbecoming.  

By Sushant Thapa

From: Nepal

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