Treasure Island

DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK


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Seeds, buds, flowers;
Which come first?
Puzzle many
And thoughts, emotions, love
Which come first?
Puzzle me daily
Flowers fading
Petal by petal falling
Autumn winds blowing
And my love struggling
To gather scattered petals
And bring the glorious spring
Out from the night
Though I could see her
Plunging splendidly in the fight
I could clearly view no starry night
Nor moon shining so bright
I could see flowers
Blooming nowhere
Along the springtime bowers
Nor hear songs of songsters
I could not hear the river
Singing, dancing down the glen
Nor think ever
My love gathers sparkling sheen
Oh, my love, where you are
To-night my cup is empty even
Your smiles, more so your laughs
Add love, luster, and life
To this fragment of life
With you, the gray days presage
Riot of roses even in autumn days……………

Submitted: Thursday, February 13, 2014

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