Treasure Island

M.D Dinesh Nair

(Thrissur/Vijayawada)

MY ILLUSIONS HAVE TO GO...


I first see a smiling face somewhere
But as I go near to see it close,
It fades out in no time!
I then see a caring hand very close
But as I wait for its touch,
It too reaches me not however long I wait.
I later hear a sweet mouth speaking very near too
But as I begin to heed it well,
It transforms itself into a wail.
I have illusions perhaps, I think.


I see a frail flock of men and women
Climbing a hill that stretches unto the sky!
Nay, it was a peak of things unknown and unseen.
They have smiling faces and caring hands
And they speak sweet words and dream high.
They have no illusions, I begin to learn.
Down below the plains of eerie silence
I have to one day begin to search
For myself partly now fading out and dying!
I have to rethink for a while.

Submitted: Sunday, November 10, 2013

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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/23/2013 9:44:00 PM)

    As long as human civilisation exist there will be an illusion First part of the poem is full of Illusion what we think is not as per the thought, a false idea or belief leads where...Second part also we can see the frail humanity in toto the poem is about mentally weak and physically weak in both cases we are envisaged negative or positive we must follow the positive or from both we have to find discard not any more thank uou Dinesh (Report) Reply

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