The Chautari

Tell me a tale
Of new sights.
Seeing is believing
Only if the life-clock ticks.
It is a long walk to survival.
A dance near
The grounded well
Fetches the water proper
In the company
Of the thirsty players.
The dewdrop on the ground,
The lip gloss
Of the lover’s touch,
A moist face of beauty,
Splashes the heart.
I escaped from
My deep dry well,
To fetch from
The evening talks
Among the elderly
In the Chautari.
My well was dry,
I want to sit
On the evening’s velvet.
Talks of water
Fills my thirst.
I want to know
The source of this
Tale of water,
So, I can row my boat of life,
Stepping down the Chautari.

Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal