Treasure Island

subhadip bhattacharya


This world is a madhouse.


This world is a madhouse,
and I am in a straitjacket.
Of course it loosens up
when there is an uniform to wear,
when there is work.

Still sometimes,
when the short sight of men
ties me down and I
lean back for support.
When hope and despair, fighting
a lone fight, both end up
at the same side of the court...

Then suddenly, Ah!
a bone aches, a joint pains,
so that you don't have to painfully
look for pain.

And I jolt back steady in me.

Submitted: Sunday, February 02, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 03, 2014

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