Treasure Island

Soumita Sarkar Ray

(Kolkata)

I am not English


I am not English
I am a learner
Yet I like to write
in this language.

To search for a slot
I dive in the realm of thought
To get my urge a voice
I don’t have any other choice.
I wing my wish
I sing my dream
I invent myself
I write a verse
I strive to pen few lines faultless
They view to find them senseless
Those kind comment and rate
As if they can change my fate

I have to beg
I have to plead
So that they give a read
I step upon a crime hellish
If I want them to publish
They say I need a review
By the one who is born English

Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 15, 2013
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