Treasure Island

shveta sahal


Sojourn


I search my soul and try to explore,
Watching the ocean tides from the shore,
Setting of the sun and Rising of the moon,
The warm breeze in the month of June….

Opening of a new chapter everyday,
Though previous chapter for us to pay,
Surprises galore to be understood,
Winking of the eye behind the hood….

Changing of beliefs causing pain,
Wondering often what is the gain,
Feeling of emptiness killing slowly,
Some vacuums though filling surely….

Hope lessons learnt unravel the mystery,
Sweet fruits are borne on the life tree,
No matter how the story eventually unfolds,
Make sure it is better than any already told….

Submitted: Saturday, February 02, 2013

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