Treasure Island

Moloy Bhattacharya

(01-04-1982 / Burdwan, West Bengal)

Break-up


Fragile is the mutual relationship
Unbound desire makes it defective
Enjoying the company of multiple partner
Look like a life spent voraciously happier

Gradually thus a poisonous worm
Like possession that make you burn
In the enticing crowd of pretty faces
Eclipsed you the way between individual clashes

One by one trust, promise once given
To the beloved of your life easily forgotten
The promise to spend the entire life
To face weal and woe in strife

Then comes a day you boldly say
Your decision of silently parting the way
An affair reduces like a pack of cards
Built on whim and driven by lust

A madness promoting you a final call
Thus with Break-up you eye for a better fall.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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