Treasure Island

Prabhakar Subramaniam


Disappear


In the dream
I kept looking for things
That wouldn't change colour
Fade or just disappear
As if they never were - -
Like the dead
Remembered once or twice a month
When the moon mellowed
Or vanished;
Like the past
Still wearing its foolscap crown
Bougainvillea garlands
Scrap medals
Tattered suit
Clutching an album
And talking of things unseen
That look like they may have never been - -
Even as I thought I found something
That would always be
I felt myself disappear

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013
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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (3/30/2013 2:19:00 PM)

    Generally poets are dreamer i too u 2 and Its a good poem I'm not miser i will vote and comment both at the same time Prabhakar (Report) Reply

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