Mistakes and Purpose

To learn like a learner
I should make mistakes
Like a beginner.
I am observing
The twists and turns
Of the literary world
That I am witnessing.
I bark the hymn of solitude.
I am a dancer
Amazed by the tune.
In the forest
Of new discoveries
I plant a seed of my nature.
To grow I need
To make an error.
I need to break
To get out of the shell.
An outlaw soul
Is not merely
A subjective discourse;
There is
A voice of humanity
Singing like
The Spiny Babbler.
In nature,
The echo of humanity
Flows or is jammed.
You can take a light of vision
And invite darkness
To show you the stars.
The cosmos is to be felt,
Within you a silent river
Does percolate.
The pages of life
Needs to be edited
All along the journey.

© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal