Empathy
Some of my poems are wordless
And do not make a human out of it.
I find it extremely difficult to feel like others;
Perhaps I have only learnt to be like a human
And not feel like one.
Empathy is priceless and to feel your pain
My pen carries a heavy heart.
Your blue grief, I cannot let them turn black
Into grey ashes and white oblivion.
A wooden heart is a theme for my work
Call my name
Speak to me
I will bear the burden of emptiness
If there is little empathy left in me.
When there are news of accidents and when
Ambulances rush through crowded ways,
When houses in the streets are burning
And I can only hear the fire truck's siren and do nothing;
Maybe there is some empathy left in me.
But I cannot help the beggars in the streets
Except giving them few coins, fruits and paper notes.
When a dead bird is being buried in Auden's poem
I think from my heart;
Where my poetic bird of empathy has landed?
Sushant Thapa is an award-winning Nepalese poet based in Biratnagar-13, Nepal. He has an M.A. in English from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. He has published 5 books of English poems. He is a lecturer of English literature and Business Communication in Biratnagar, Nepal. His poems are published in print, online and in the curriculum of school book.