Treasure Island

Tiku akp


It's my time


I know I will not last forever
My time is fixed; I will be called one day
That’s why I tarry by the river
And take a drink while on its bank I lay

I think of the life that passed
With little joy and much woes and pain
For loss of you I get harassed
Love sprouted and moments of torture began

I took to wandering drunk hard
As sages seeking peace walking country side
I got solace being an unknown bard
My lines and songs have become my pride

I will lay still in open for long
Waiting for time we will be together again
My final call will be loud and strong
Before an episode on our love will be written

Submitted: Monday, September 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (9/6/2013 1:48:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem. There is always a hope that tomorrow something good to come..Never loose hope.
    LIfe keeps on putting us in challenges, there is not even a single day, I was tension free. But life has to move on. whether we want or not... (Report) Reply

  • Lorraine Colon (9/2/2013 12:18:00 PM)

    Good poem, Tiku. At one time or another, we all reflect on our lives and wish things had been different. But there's always hope for tomorrow. Never lose hope. (Report) Reply

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