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Wordplay: A Game of Life – Poetry from Nepal

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Wordplay: A Game of Life – Poetry from Nepal

Come, hold my hand

And let the wordplay

Guide your life’s play.

Sushant Thapa, an eminent poet and writer from Nepal, the Himalayan country, shares his poems

Sushant ThapaSushant Thapa (born on 26th February, 1993) is an award-winning poet from Biratnagar, Nepal who holds Master’s degree in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University New Delhi, India. He has published five books of English poetry, namely: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Published in New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (UK, 2021), Minutes of Merit (Kolkata, 2021), Love’s Cradle (New York, USA and Senegal, Africa, 2023) and Spontaneity: A New Name of Rhyme (New Delhi, 2023). His sixth book is ready, and about to go to the press. Sushant works as a lecturer of English in Biratnagar, Nepal. He is also the assistant editor of Himalaya Diary, an online portal published from the capital city Kathmandu of Nepal.   

Nepalese village in the Himalaya mountains near Pokhara in Nepal
A village in the Himalaya mountains near Pokhara in Nepal

WORDPLAY: A GAME OF LIFE

I will be taking a long flight

Above the flames of

Destructive imagination.

Nature is my mirror;

I am afresh with

The playful sun

In the spring’s garden.

A slight drizzle of rain

Is my romantic companion.

Poetry comes fresh

From the deep well of life.

A resolute determination

To save what will last

Will be my attire.

Come, hold my hand

And let the wordplay

Guide your life’s play.

Wordplay is

A literary construction

I want to make it

Life’s literary component,

Which is also

A source of happiness.

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NepalBLOOD AND GROUND

 I want to write

Of the hunger.

I want to write

Of the blood dripping hunt,

That searches for a peaceful

Ground.

Blood is only better

If turned to consolation.

A dripping blood drop

Might be searching

For a peaceful ground.

Have we ever asked the blood

If it is tired of its spill?

Grief can be changed to poetry,

Anger can be changed to expression.

Let the lights shine

And replace the delights of darkness.

There is no pain

Other than stifled progress.

You lose the day,

But the night carries

The resting revival in its pockets.

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Received from Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator

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