Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


The young world..


The world is comfortable,
with young and the laughter,
Seduced by colorful flowers,
Sprayed with nostalgic attars,

Dancing with the drums and fiddles,
Waking up for the freshened up sun,
Longing for the fermented star’s skin,
Playing day and night to play again,

Whining is arrested and kept in mental prison,
Discarding of the old and sick to keep this place clean,
Wandering of the evils graciously allowed,
The life in the world is comfortable only with the able.

Submitted: Friday, September 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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