Here’s a love poem in an urban sensibility, by Sushant, exclusively for Different Truths.
An image, A voice I grow old with time Turning the pages of books Slowly, sipping coffee. The sun goes down at dusk The world is my enthusiasm I see a moment of attachment Like a perfect night of lovemaking. There have to be words, dear I console the seekers Of my heart. The wine I share becomes the poetry Understandable by distant lovers Drawn close by time. The affection I draw close And cast in written letters Digital love is a tiresome affair If I confess, it will only make a commercial poem.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
Sushant Thapa is from Biratnagar, Nepal. He is an M.A. in English from JNU, New Delhi, India. He has written three English poetry books and translated one from Nepali to English. He teaches Business English, Literature and Managerial Communication to undergraduate and master’s level students.
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