Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

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

Sun moon air fire


Sun moon air fire
Are not allowed to go there.

There is that bird
The sky entered the needle hole-card.

And we played the card
Cosmic manifestation is quite hard.

Drying and dying
Everything is creating always vanishing.

Something is there
And that is passion.

Submitted: Monday, September 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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  • Words' Knight (9/16/2013 4:38:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem, full of rhymes and reflects a skillfull writing, and I really really loved it. (Report) Reply

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