By Rupsingh Bhandari
PROMPT—I am grateful for ...
Swaddling by the day’s story
Sun seems writing the conclusion
Bottom of the day with golden pen.
As the tired grandparent sun tucks ways silently
On the same horizon seems smoking loneliness
Painting the sky with its rainbows
Splashes colors and reteach the
The art of dying.
Cold breezes inaugurate their evening rally
Shadows gather to incubate night
The sun withdraws its light
Blankets himself and sinks beyond the skylines
As the homeless begging monk: without any address
Birds and animals reconfirm their
Night to sleep … without any burdens
But,
Humans return home
With the trails of problems
Their sun never set … mysteriously.
Rupsingh Bhandari is a poet and social activist from the Karnali province of Nepal. He has completed his M.Ed, M.A, and M.Phil. degrees in English from Tribhuvan University. He is a writer who writes in English, Nepali and Hindi. Rupsingh has published several poems, articles, short stories, as well as translated poems and stories. He is the author of the Conscience’s Quantum (2019) poetry book. He served as editor of the International Anthology of Pandemic Poetry 2020. His creations are world widely anthologized and published. He is a founder of Words Highway International (Writers Association). Rupsingh does painting and music and loves to travel.
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