Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

We are seeing through the Red


O my evil pet, eating my Joy
Den: My patience’s decoy,
Only to mislead
I am searching Peace,
Here I bleed. You bleed…
All bleed.
Where ye flew the winged bird?
Heavens blithe Spirit!
The soul of our holy existence!

Eyes laden with dew
Life has became, surd
Grief nibbles
Hope cripples
Sorrow lingers to gloom
Chord tied with flowers bloom
Playing with red
Red; splashed on mind, heart, eyes,
Thought, breath, stupid, wise
Everywhere, everywhere,
Where to find, at what place?
Away from bliss, away from grace

Tell me brother, Where is the shade?
‘We are seeing through the red’

Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 22, 2013

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  • David Wood (10/12/2013 5:29:00 AM)

    Grief nibbles
    Hope cripples
    This is the scenario of life in some respects. We all have to be compasionate towards others less fortunate that ourselves. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (10/11/2013 7:56:00 AM)

    Grief nibbles
    Hope cripples
    You have summarised the present scenario in these rhyming couplets! There is violence and spilling of blood everywhere crippling life and hope! ! Strongly put! ! (Report) Reply

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