Treasure Island

ROCHISH MON

(4-11-00 / INDIA)

As A Human Being


When I want to collect gems
Plenty of stones came across

When I want to collect truths
Plenty of opinions came across

When I want to collect directions
Plenty of diversions came across

When I want to collect clarifications
Plenty of confusions came across

The requisite I received not
In wrongness I got caught

As a human being
I am just like a word
That has lost its letters
As a human being
I am just like a deed
That was depleted with its purpose

When I want to collect my life
Only living came across

Submitted: Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 28, 2014

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (1/28/2014 3:59:00 AM)

    Very true said...As a Human being, , , ,
    When I want to collect my life
    Only living came across...Beautiful poem with good flow of words. (Report) Reply

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