Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Crimson Red


Once two shadows melted and merged
White on black background, seen I.
Whir and chirp and a melodious whisper
Ah! A heaven’s song, felt with shy.

Out of sudden, everything changed
At my surprise, sight banged and lips hissed
Upside down I have been hanged
There sprouted a black shadow and vanished

Amid shadowy green with many songs
Moon with full face and grace offered rusk
.Heaven’s Sand and calm breeze removed the husk
Washed the sun with dew that dripped from cusp

When awoke, I was alone on my bed
And on my window there was a crimson red

Submitted: Thursday, March 20, 2014
Edited: Saturday, March 22, 2014

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