समाचार
Whiteness of the pigeon fluttering its wings freely,
Air kissing the flowers
This is the time of rejuvenation;
Where nature dances with its creation.
We still haven’t lost the charm of the alluring nature.
Brighter days and calmer nights bring energy and rest.
Some lives are lost in hospital beds
Some lives are searched under the concrete debris
Modern war and disease has waged the destruction.
Destruction and beauty both have
Become the face of nature;
Destruction is the death of hope and
Beauty is the construct of hopeful ladder that we can climb onto
Destruction calls for peace process and nature calls for healing.
In our existence, books are burnt and bookstalls are destroyed
Children without education and blank mind
Will not be able to bring a new dawn of future
Let us realize that time cannot be killed
Although, clock towers can be destroyed.
Sushant Thapa is English poet of Nepal
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