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

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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