Treasure Island

Soumita Sarkar Ray

(Kolkata)

Rusty lane


Artillery of skills is empty
Crashed confidence and battered belief
Echoes in hollowness of guilty

Strings of life seems fake
A lost sense with tainted trust
Made zest and zeal to partake

All sweet notes has turned bitter
Faltering faith due to poisoned power
All recovering steps face a hinder.

Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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