Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Earthy riddle


How much is plenty of fuss.
How is such that much is must.
How is must perpendicular to lust.
How is lust at tangent to trust.
How is trust thinner than earths crust.
How does the cracking of crust be at the root of new mud.
New land, new beginning.

Submitted: Sunday, March 24, 2013

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