Treasure Island

Sunny Chopra

(30th January / India)

The Rethink


From chronic sort tedium
must rise above to explore

Life beyond old drudgery
since long not felt before

While in indulgent misery
the core had twisted askew

Time to rid of past clutter
to rewrite lost verve anew

Dump affecting baggage
sensitivity from life eject

Just let in what's conducive
all futile out-rightly reject

Far too short is a window
to brood over any grudge

Once irritants overcome
blissful turns the trudge

Destined and yearned for
coincide once contrived

Attempt must be in earnest
to beget all truly desired

Dream afresh aspirations
new purpose thence assign

Upshot will be astounding
and with expectations align

Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2014
Edited: Saturday, August 09, 2014

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