Treasure Island

Indranil Bit

(02/08/1988 / kolkata)

Born!


The morning glory with tulip fresh
The fogs are yet to recede and fade
The roaring sound of a whelming sea
The sizzling flow of a chilling breeze
All join hands to ballet as to wake 'em up
The beauties and braves of the isle bound.

It’s Sunday morning and the bell rings seven
The bell of the church in a fanatical way
All loitering round, start merging fast
All fresh like dew on an aromatic bloom
They all are adorned in Sunday cloaks
The best they can as affordability speaks.

Among the congress that headed the church
There’s a young boy with enthusiastic heart
Questioning himself in a murmuring monologue
Am I born and blessed to be only driven by?
I shall bow before the Son of God
But only after He lends me his Gems.

A prophet born of isle soil
Pure at heart, veils by a golden mind
Has vigor to unfurl and not to follow
Has courage to exclaim, to break rules
Son of God smiles at the thought
Will entrust my Gem, boy! Thrive and root.

Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 24, 2013
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  • Nasarudheen Parameswaran (6/26/2013 5:30:00 AM)

    Challenge the society? Martin Luther, John Wycliff, even Jesus did it.Then crucified.Good poem that point to a sharp thought of Renaissance and Reformation. Let the bell all over India make you write you more. (Report) Reply

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