Treasure Island

Prabhakar Subramaniam


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When the rain

Falls as gently as this

Like leaves dancing down

From a tree

Savouring severance

Like deliverance

Or like considerate guests

Walking on tip-toe

With a finger on the lips

Lest they wake a sleeping child

I step into a dream

Right on cue

Where everyone looks like everyone else

Everyone knows everyone else

Their faces bathed in a twilight glow

As if their eyes have seen

That there is little to choose between

The seen and the unseen

All turn towards me

With a knowing smile

'At last, at last, we thought you were lost! '

Submitted: Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014
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