Treasure Island

Kranthi Pothineni


A Small Line


Smiled in my heart
Looking at a line
It looks very small
Many eyes ignore it
It’s a small line

Its length is small
Its width is small
So it looks small
It’s a small line
Its depth is secret

It fills the eyes
It makes us cry
But eyes ignore it
It’s a small line
It has a name

It is your name
It is my name
But we can’t see it
It’s a small line
It is on tombstone

Between those two dates
Which many eyes read
Ignoring a small line
It’s a small line of life
Line of life is very short

So don’t waste it
In hating and hurting
So make it count
With smile and warmth
Leave your mark forever

Submitted: Tuesday, February 17, 2009

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