Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

A poets Cenotaph.


Walking through a cemetery,
Chanced to see a tomb stone,
Only a head piece,
No grave,
No name,
Just written,
On stone with a pen,
A poet waits,
If you are the one,
Don't waste,
Lift the blanket green,
Sleep beside,
I am awaiting, alive, inside.

Submitted: Saturday, March 23, 2013

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  • Hardik Vaidya (4/17/2013 10:35:00 PM)

    Hi Ruhi Shah, I don't wish you a grave, but a bed of roses, and a blanket of Jasmine. Why wait for the grave? Quote while alive. Cheers and best luck. (Report) Reply

  • Roseann Shawiak (4/14/2013 10:41:00 PM)

    This poem appeals to my inner senses and I love it. A poet waits, If you are the one, this hits my mind and am not sure why exactly. Will have to think about it some more. (Report) Reply

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