Treasure Island

Vinod Sharma


Will We?


A cigarette is lit,
Up in smoke it goes,
It is lit again.

Raindrops fall
And go into the ground,
They fall again.

We meet to love,
To love and part
And go our separate paths.

Raindrops will fall,
Cigarettes will be lit,
Will we ever meet
To stay
And not to split?

Submitted: Wednesday, July 04, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 04, 2012

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  • Thomas A Robinson (7/13/2012 11:34:00 AM)

    The rain falls, the smoke rises, somewhere in the middle they meet.
    North and south.(we meet to love and go our separate paths) again meeting and separation this time east and west.The world is spinning, moving, forcing dislocation, and only in our poems dare we dream of more. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (7/4/2012 1:52:00 AM)

    Love and love my dear poet sharma, good poem. Congratulation.
    I invite you to read my poem and comment.
    Please keep contact
    Yours
    Gajanan Mishra Titilagarh
    09437366644 (Report) Reply

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