Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Between The Last and The Next


I rest my tired hands
The keys need a rest too
My last poem just lands
From where it quietly grew!
Once again I’m sane
Flowing with normal tide
Relieved from the labor pain
Of taking a stormy ride!
I enjoy this happy phase
Though it won’t be for long
Would soon return the thoughts’ race
In endless stream they would come along!
This moment now is pure bliss
The short-lived time of pause
Before once again is shattered my peace
For no known reason or cause!

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
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