Rising

Awaiting
A Long Journey in an evolving silence,
An immortal speech in autumn dark,
A tolerance of unseen and uneven,
Even in every seconds of hoping good time.

Hope
Hard to believe of the disastrous unseen,
In Days & night in thy's anxious soul beneath,
Along these long trail transits of dark shadows,
Which are unshaped for wanting  to conquer.

Compassion
A word to release and to flew free in these sky ,
Leaving   unsolicited mind to fill from colours
And a dumped throat to release from thirst
From unforeseen unexpected and the unbelief.

Release
Oh my Diety! The empty earth inside of us
For a sake of good time to cherish by all
Let thou and me awake against these autumn moons
With dreams of those pleasurable moment,
Seeing them  turning true.

- Digvijay Thapa