Treasure Island

Kumud Ranjan

(8th July / India)

He lost his life! !


He was burning in flames
His love had made him insane
I saw him on street n thought
What has made him to love! !

He lived in the lake of tears
At every knock had some fear
Dirty in torn clothes with beard
People say was he a drunkard

It was ocean of love where he dived
Where from none has survived
Strange but true he was smiling
Was stray ailing, that man was dying?

He died and lost his life for waste
My mind always asked a question
Why did he gave up his life
For whom he had no relation?

Submitted: Thursday, August 13, 2009
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  • Blue Eyes (8/27/2009 4:55:00 AM)

    very nice poem and its advantage is the simplicity of its words and at the same time their deep meanings. (Report) Reply

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