Treasure Island

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Mystic Eyes.


I wish to hook,
The crazy look,
With no readable sense.

The eyes are there,
In the nowhere where,
To be lost in oblivion.

Evaporated are the fun,
The world after world are gone,
In the soul's sky rises the only Sun.

Ah! the eyes speak of renunciation,
Half felt half realized annotation,
Of the rime of Brahmin in all beings.

Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 25, 2013
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