When I am jammed in consciousness

The road that kept moving stops

My daylight noise has lacked lustre and it

has become my nightful disquiet

Yes, the road that kept moving stops

on my observation again

My direction is outwards

Maybe I am way too in

to observe the road moving

I know, somewhere out there

the world is divided

Yet the road keeps moving

To the unseen destination they keep going

I shall try to step out and stop them

I shall be the passenger on the road side

and step inside the moving whirl

Only if they stop I shall stop and not be

jammed way inside

into the unmoving side

By Sushant Thapa

From: Nepal

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