Treasure Island

Palas Kumar Ray

(India)

And I Became A Child Again


Recently when I got a week full
having no hurry to carry
my children for tuition
or to carry my self to the office
I thought it would be all better
to take leave from
the all poetry too.

My prayer sincere I found
was sanctioned
as I did not feel
much pressure from my pen to write
more and more poems
like a salesperson dying
for achieving sales target.

The ringtone of my poetry is
basically sad
and I know that
my poems are lava of
my erupting unhappiness.
So, I had no pressure to write means
I was feeling happy.

That's the secret
I am trying to share with you
that searching readable in bookshelf
I explored stories of Birbal
a courtier both wise and witty
of the Mughal Emperor, Akbar
and read it enjoying almost like a child
once again.







© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved. 

Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2014
Edited: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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