Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

A Blissful Age


The sparkle in her eyes
Time-trampled dies
Her visions fade.
Ceases all surprise
She needs no disguise
She is heaven made!
Devoid of youthful width
Her beauty has reached zenith
The skin though is pale.
Through her stressed breath
Breaking all myth
She is a jewel!
She has taken on her stride
The rough yet joyous ride
Bearing no malice.
She doesn't need to hide
The life's other side
She's in perfect bliss!

Submitted: Saturday, September 29, 2012
Edited: Saturday, September 29, 2012

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