Treasure Island

Aayush Pandey

(1996-09-16 / Tamsariya-7, Nawalparasi, Nepal)

My Chum


One who took my soul away from me
both heart entwined but he flee
nowhere, unknown place it is,
but I have remnant of his remembrance,
that are forcing me to greet,
his gnomic ability and humorous manner,
who always mocked at you, me, us and everyone,
but the tables turned,
ices has burned,
he went far away,
and disappeared in horizon.
and to slake my thirst,
I went to search him on spot,
sadly, no appointment was made in that pause,
I had lost him,
with whisper in my cry,
now, my closest friend, my chum
had gone far far far away....

Submitted: Tuesday, July 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 02, 2013
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