Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

7 Days


Monday I swam out of cavern
Tuesday I grew my wing
Wednesday entrenched in tavern
I was jolly perfectly going.
Thursday saw my graying head
My knees weren’t that strong
Lights in my eyes did fade
When Friday came along.
I started missing the bygone
Took refuge in my past
Felt deserted all alone
Friday didn’t long last.
Saturday came clothed in curse
My senses dimmed voice hushed
Sunday arrived on a flowered hearse
Knew not when the week passed.

Submitted: Sunday, August 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (2/25/2014 4:36:00 AM)

    A very insightful and one's life how encircled within seven days........very philosophically presented.......Pradipji......
    quite amazing........I am touched........ (Report) Reply

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