Against all odds

Art is a muddy walk

It is a hit for the target.

It gets heavy

When no colors can

Show your plight

And make them beautiful.

A casual hello

Can make us remove

Thunder from the sky

And plant a rainbow seed.

I take up your time,

Like you know me.

Something waits like

Sadness in the forest

To clear its fog.

The trees bow down

In silence,

And the tombstones are too

Rigid.

A tear grows to smiling garlands,

When appreciation

Flows like river-wine.

Art stands against all odds.

Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet who holds an M.A. in English from Jawaharlal Nehru University in New Delhi, India with nine books of English poems and one short story collection to his credit. His poems are published at Synchronized Chaos,  The Kathmandu Post, Trouvaille Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Outlook India, Corporeal Lit Mag, Indian Review, etc. He is a lecturer of English in Biratnagar, Nepal.