Treasure Island

Bireswar Halder


A MIGRANT BIRD


She winged into my life as a migrant bird
Her beauty held my breath
Cupid was all over me
But I faltered, was she an illusion?

Her poetic bust moved my heart
As if the earth spilled out all its beauty
Her blue eyes were a deep sea
With waves of gems and jewels

Mirage of gems I chanced upon
I dived into the glitter of the sea
But returned empty handed
I searched her as someone
Who glints in eternity?

Is love on my brow?
Again I will lead a vagabond life
No pity for missing you, my dear
Perhaps I'll win this love in my next birth

Alas! I will keep the pebbles in my heart
Be happy with that hope
I will treasure the pebbles as a token of love
Till my last breath, till we meet!

Submitted: Thursday, June 21, 2012

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