Colorful Desire

The moth that is at my window
Is not colorful,
But then I remember
Brown is also a color.
I have colors of optimism
I am blessed with colors of outlook.
The moth dances with its wings
Flapping and Flapping.
My netted window-
Sunshine entering,
The moth dances in that sunlight.
How long will the moth be there?
It is already late afternoon.
The moth reminds me of all colorful
Delights,
I give it a colorful look.
“Take my colors away,” I have freshy painted
Some Himalayan flights.
I talk to the Moth in my imaginative environ.
I am watching it still,
It is motionless and filled with
The colorful desire, with which I watch it,
I know that like an art piece
It is radiating a hopeful stay.

© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal