Treasure Island

Neela Nath


Hide And Seek


We were together
in a mail-box,
though stayed aloof
but I knew you are
my dear neighbor.
when I felt alone
and desperately
wanted your face,
opening the door
I wished to give
you my caress.
Thus we played,
you appeared to
make me disappear.
Masquerade!
you danced
behind a mask,
I found you out.
I stretched my hands,
but shockingly I
saw she wasn't you
another revered guy.
It happened time and again.
Hide and seek,
play, play with me,
and never bid good bye.

Submitted: Saturday, August 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013

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  • Patricia Grantham (8/3/2013 9:46:00 PM)

    Hide and seek was a fun game that we played as children. I see
    and feel in your poem a sense of belonging. Even though we may
    hide our feelings sometimes we still try to make known our deepest
    emotions to someone we are infatuated with. Lovely. (Report) Reply

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