When poetry chooses you
You have no choice but to sound poetic
A subversion and alteration of the binaries
Voices out of the fire.
No morality superimposed
A third eye view
That is clearer than the other two views
And shadows the reality.
A beauty in Narcissism
A future of choice in it.
A true self seen closely in the narcissistic mirror
While the healthy escapes the view.
Time for everything comes in the poem, eventually.
Perhaps a poetic prose will follow soon.
Less travelled roads leading to make all the differences
A soul in the body
Not separated completely.
When the holy poetic verses
Preach the faith to the child
The child is a learner with a habit of unlearning every other reality.
By Sushant Thapa, Biratnagar, Nepal