By Sushant Thapa
PROMPT — The way I see it ...
I am buried in deadlines.
It seems that
The sun will shine late
Tomorrow.
But there will be tomorrow,
There will be my path in the rush hour.
Early morning sweaty bus,
Water not dripping
From my bathroom faucet.
My thoughts sleep
While I stand.
I am an exhausted old lamp post
Without current passing in its veins.
The keys in my laptop were busy.
They rest now,
I cannot rest without them.
An escapist wind
Blows and my poetry pages
Remain ink-less.
Words can blow away your mind,
I only write poetry
And push my article deadline
For many dawning and dusking
For many shining and setting
For many raining and drying
Like many starts and shutdown
Of my laptop.
Sushant Thapa has published three books of poems: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (Impspired, UK, 2021) and Minutes of Merit (Haoajan, Kolkata, 2021). He is an English lecturer to undergraduate level students of BBA and BIT at Nepal Business College, Biratnagar, Nepal. He has an M.A in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. Sushant has been published in print, online, school book, and anthologies around the world. He also writes Flash Fictions, Short Stories and Book Reviews. Sushant writes from Biratnagar, Nepal.
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