Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Race


What I dream
that I dream.
No leaf in my
mango tree
and I cry for
free.
You are with me
and doing nothing
coming and going
night and day
that is good gay.
Always I hear you
touching you every moments
and you are not with me
at the time of horse race.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Edited: Friday, January 20, 2012
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