Rijan Britanicus Acharya
Impulse of Hope
I hopped in terrace and caught a bird
its wings were as in storm of liberty,
like thrush it flooded a trail of notes.
I caressed wings soft feathers toiling
like clouds. The sweetness served me
As it flew when I left my desires with it.
It swept suspending like an arch
Or those waves of the warm seas
Intersecting the undermined sun.
My case of vision I leased it
It measured the blueness of reddish skies
Projecting like an angel of old reciters.
My edge of soul tied in its feather
I am claiming the spectrum spread.
I have no strain of being here.
—Submitted on 09/12/2020
Rijan Britanicus Acharya is a Nepali poet whose work appears in the biannual journal Of Nepalese Clay. He work as a tutor.
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