Poems by Sushant Thapa from Nepal 

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Chorus of Simplicity

I have time by my side now,

Tomorrow it may be lost.

I carry the purse of my today

With caring hands.

You will see me

Enjoying life.

I take the lesson

From the cracked walls.

The urban graffiti

Is my freedom.

Paint the misery

With colors of happiness,

The drenching choruses

Of songs, decorate

My mood.

Symphony, affection

And recollection

Are gifts

From the depth of life.

In simplicity,

Some people romanticize


And sleep under stars,

In mud beds.

In the Name of Living

Coming from the depth

No sky can be finite.

Life is a caring affection.

Smokes from the past,

Cloud no present.

Future is in present deeds.

Like a glowing presence

Dreams have roads,

There is a walk of life

That leads to the destination.

Friendly hours

Are life’s smiling alleys,

Every day is a vacation

Above ground,

In your own free will.

Put up the glory

Like medals of honor,

Living is all it takes

To materialize our dreams.

An open sky is the

Freedom of the mind,

Where every new wing

Is tested

And trusted in the name

Of living.

Nature and Life

Life is a day to day affair

That will

Last in memories.

The sky that rises

With the sun,

Takes away the nightly guards

Of stars.

The chirping sounds,

The leaves that rustle in the forest,

With each footstep

Are treasures that

Invite nature outside one’s window.

I let the sun rise,

I let the moon

Be my companion

For the night.

The air that I breathe is a simple joy.

Waterfalls have free breath,

And a careless continuity.

I admire the cost of nature,

Which is precious, and utmost


Only I wonder,

How heat waves have increased

Even in colder cities.

Death: Life in Pain

At what cost

Does life end?

A life of suffocation

Or a death of freedom,

What do you choose?

After death we cannot

Claim anything,

Why does death arrive?

Why is man not immortal?

If death releases us out of

Miserable living,

What is the significance of life?

We live life

And we do not live in death.

A miserable living is so tough,

Than written words,

It is like death.

©Sushant Thapa, Biratnagar-13, Nepal

Bio: Sushant Thapa (born on 26th February, 1993) is an award-winning Nepalese poet from Biratnagar-13, Nepal who holds an M.A. in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU) New Delhi, India.

He has published five books of English poetry, namely: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (Impspired, UK, 2021), Minutes of Merit (Haoajan, Kolkata, 2021), Love’s Cradle (World Inkers Printing and Publishing, New York, USA and Senegal, Africa, 2023) and Spontaneity: A New Name of Rhyme (Ambar Publication House, New Delhi, 2023). His sixth book is ready, and about to go to the press. Sushant works as a lecturer of English in Biratnagar, Nepal. He is also an assistant editor of Himalaya Diary, an online portal published from the capital city Kathmandu of Nepal.