Sushant Thapa
True colors never fade
Even when you do not want them.
They are like marchers of prosperity
Walking down the road of history
That do not age with time.
I have my country
Tattooed in my heart
The air always has a sweet nectar
When I am kissed by the blow of air.
No revolution can kill
My pride for my land.
My castle of history is my ancestral beauty
My country is the landscape of love
Which harbors descendants of future
Who learn to be soothsayers of the intellect.
I learn the values like a goldsmith
Weighing every ounce of gold
And creating some new piece of design.
What thrives is a greater bond
Deep-rooted with one’s motherland.
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[Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet from Biratnagar, Nepal who holds a Master’s degree in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. He has published three books of poetry namely: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (Impspired, UK, 2021) and Minutes of Merit (Haoajan, Kolkata, 2021). Sushant has been published in places like The Gorkha Times, The Kathmandu Post, The Piker Press, Trouvaille Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Impspired, Harbinger Asylum, New York Parrot, Pratik Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Dope Fiend Daily, Atunis Poetry, EKL Review, The Quiver Review, Dissident Voice, As It Ought To Be Magazine and International Times among many.
True Colors Never Fade
