Treasure Island

indira babbellapati

(visakhapatnam, india)

' A Poem that Played with Me! ' '


We played and played
Hours days months years
You went your way
And I went my way

Then began a game
Of hide and seek

Tired I pushed the door
There you're hiding...

Tired I dropped to the floor
There you're under the cot

Did you go your way?
Did I go my way?

We still play and play
Hours days months years
You didn't really go anywhere
Nor did I go my way!


(26 May 2011)

Submitted: Sunday, May 29, 2011
Edited: Friday, July 20, 2012

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (12/31/2013 7:58:00 PM)

    You didn't really go anywhere......nice one.. I enjoyed....10

    we did not go anywhere
    we were here
    playing game of life
    you as honest husband and I as good wife (Report) Reply

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