Treasure Island

Kingshuk Chakraborty


Land of the Heart


Events drizzle..
Moist heart dries soon,
Lying at blowing moments’ will.

Create ripple...
Amidst few tarns in dunes
Falling drops when find them still.

Deep inside
Where those tarns, how formed
Do not know.
Stirred heart knows it though
What blowing moments cannot steal.

Events drizzle
Deep inside feel sometimes
Enlarging ripples.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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