Treasure Island

Neela Nath


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I replied many times
in silence keeping mum.
There won't be any solution,
in your worked out sum.
Time in the hollow of time,
in my sorrowful days does gape.
I have tried much to need you,
but time was not in shape.
Time, time, time your thought
haunts me like a ghost,
I wrote innumerable mails
for you, but forgot to post.
When words fail to form thought,
when only you block my way,
elated I enjoy the fest,
alone in the winter day.
Time, time get me back
my joyful golden past,
where there's the sunshine plays,
happiness works with trust.

Submitted: Thursday, March 07, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (3/7/2013 1:07:00 PM)

    Ah but now the fruit hangs heavy on the stem of time.No pretty blossoms blowing in the sunshine and warm winds now. Just the overbearing weight of time sagging the branches down till the fruit begins to fall giving back
    to the tree of life it freedom to sing and sway in the winds of change. But we as fruit lay useless fermenting
    on the ground decaying (Report) Reply

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