Treasure Island

Ravindra Kumar

(02 July 1951 / India)

Bond of Passion


Since I dissolve in thy dreams -
Fairly dressed not lost identity own;
Glory of cover melting down:
Life looks passive, lacking acclaim.
Neither set the soul at peace
Nor faculty pays remunerate;
Little tinge of her coach,
Blaze bright repose this frame.
Thought to over-leap worth decease,
Pampering too seems fast tease.
O! Lord, let me know?
Cost of game run sharp blow.
Choking hue hug despair blue.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 01, 2014
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The poem based on the mentality of sensual love.

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  • Ravindra Kumar (2/18/2013 5:44:00 AM)

    A beautiful example of sensual love. During the moment sex is considered base of our love life looses its charm. Day by day we observe running every step towards destruction. It is only the almighty could help us then, (Report) Reply

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