Treasure Island

indira babbellapati

(visakhapatnam, india)

For whom i know not...5


Throes of desire
Throws me into ecstatic Helplessness

Tears of
A moment once lived
Flow on slopes of life

Come,
Clasp my hand
In yours while
Walking on
Slippery slopes

Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (8/26/2013 3:24:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem. Some clarifications required:
    Why the throes of desire throw you into ecstatic helplessness? And why is the 'h' of helplessness capital?
    Tears flowing on the slopes of life is a beautiful idea. And the ardent call in the last stanza is the most beautiful. (Report) Reply

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