Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Take me to heavenly ride.


Where is my dove and why do I dream?
Not sunk deep into her, through eyes
Where from, comes and what scheme!
I am dying for your lovely surprise!

Not shot an arrow and wounded not
Dreams are encroached, sounded not
Am I under the wave of love that ease?
Nights are icy blue, me unfrozen freeze.

My heart, you honey, where do you dwell?
My pillow shrinks and my dreams swell
Waiting for you, my heart, thy lub-dub
And your twinkling pearls in a dancing pub/

Eyes are closed and lips are tight, right
Body is melting, soul is glistering bright
Come on-come on, where did ye hide?
My slumber! Take me to heavenly ride.

Submitted: Friday, August 30, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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