Treasure Island

Vijay Sai

(30 12 1975 / Trichy, South India)

Aspergia


Fixed eyelids
Falling gait
No gesture
Erect posture
Restless ever
Counting seconds
Waiting to quit
Struggling to hold
An on-going conversation
Everything in life
Seems so hard
To acquire, but
Still fights
To survive
One more day!

Submitted: Saturday, July 17, 2010
Edited: Sunday, July 18, 2010

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  • Mazwi Sedibe (7/18/2012 8:47:00 AM)

    Good one great one, although i am battlilng to understand the tittle, oh but thats poetry i keeps you on your toes everytime in search for sense and meaning of our surroundings, this means to me you are a good write, since you can intrigger thought.love Da Maiz.w! (the victim) (Report) Reply

  • Louis Cecile (9/20/2010 7:11:00 AM)

    Nicely structure short style of poetry. Though I think the pacing to the end could be sharper. However a good piece of work overall. (Report) Reply

  • Noura J. (7/30/2010 2:01:00 PM)

    i really really like this :) one thing i don't like is the exclamation point at the end..idk i just feel like it takes something away from the rest of the poem. taht's just my suggestion though. again, really really good poem <3 hope to see more. (Report) Reply

  • Baru Gobira (7/18/2010 7:13:00 AM)

    A sense of postponement of the inevitable pervades the poem. Like it. -Baru Gobira (Report) Reply

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