Treasure Island

Tiku akp


Back to my land


My glass is not yet full
Of worries woes and pain
My search for happiness
Never ends but goes in vain

I lost family and friends
And He has never been kind
Among unknown faces I live
My love too I left behind

What drew me to this land
Love or wealth I don’t know
But I got none of these
And to my land I long to go

It’s perhaps the fragrance
That comes out of the earth
That floats around me always
That flows from my land of birth

I can’t stay here anymore
This soul now needs an escape
I will be back soon to my land
To sleep forever on its lap

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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  • Dilantha Gunawardana (4/23/2013 8:13:00 AM)

    What a beautiful poem and I love the ending - I will be back soon to my land to sleep forever on its lap............. (Report) Reply

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