Treasure Island

Moloy Bhattacharya

(01-04-1982 / Burdwan, West Bengal)

Secrets Of Life


No eyes look so beautiful
If tears not floating from it
Happiness becomes so tasteless
If pain from wound feels painless

Praying to God may not be a necessity
If everything so desired comes on demand
Night would not become so romantic
If not sparkled by the amorous stars

Birth could not bring a welcome
If death not comes as a naked shocker
Reunion would not turn so sweeter
If not well fermented with periodic break-ups

We should not stoop to pick up diamonds
If were they as plentiful as street pebbles.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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