Iron Bars of Difficulty
Empty head,
Heartful of words
That don’t rhyme
Till greater distances.
The sun still shines,
The day has to be carried on
Life needs to be fed,
Every detour needs a safe destination.
I see the road opens
Like a flood gate.
The starving fate
Need working wheels
That are tough
For the vehicle of life.
The moonlight pierces
Like Gregor Samsa’s
Metamorphosed body.
Let the thing
Out of life,
And not be lifeless.
The world lives on
To witness
Death rituals.
Such irony
Licks the iron bars
Of difficulty.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet. He has published seven books of English poetry. His latest book is ‘Finding My Soul in Kathmandu’ published by Ukiyoto Publishing. He has an MA in English Literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University in New Delhi, India. He teaches English Language and Literature to University level students in Biratnagar, Nepal. His poetry can be found published in Mad Swirl, Corporeal lit mag, Dissident Voice, Poetry Breakfast, Spillwords, Sacred Chickens Blog, The Beatnik Cowboy, etc. You can follow Sushant on his substack at substack.com/@sushantthapa
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