Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

A Blind Lane


Nothing could mitigate the woes
Of a being suffering in death throes
The ones around may feel a little pain
Going through an end never happens again!
When blood spills from the nose
The predator looms large and close
Standing there in helpless agony
You witness the messing up of all harmony!
While creating life God plays an animator
In destroying it the ultimate annihilator
Leaving us to know it time and again
The game we are in ends in a blind lane!

Submitted: Thursday, June 16, 2011
Edited: Thursday, June 16, 2011

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