Treasure Island

Tiku akp


Myself


I need a time to watch
Myself from a distance;
To know who do I belong to;
Whether my name is genuine
And my end is marked
Below the root of tamarind tree-
My mother had planted
When she attained her puberty;
I need to watch from afar
The solubility of pure soul
When in the dank nights
The bugs treaded the veins
And left the marks to say
The end is not far from end.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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  • Valsa George (8/31/2013 7:46:00 AM)

    Watching us by oursevles will be a rewarding exercise! It is at once a self introspection and a detached onlooker's perception, letting us know if there is a canyon between what we think of ourselves and what we really are! A profound thought expressed in short limited lines! ! Thanks for the beautiful comment! ! (Report) Reply

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