Treasure Island

ROCHISH MON

(4-11-00 / INDIA)

A THEME


I know him
For quite a long time
I see him
As a spoiled sentence
That has no rhyme

He, a failure man
He, a frustrated man
He, a solace-less man
He, a success-less man

He leads life
That has only grief

He may not have place in history
He is also a theme in my poetry

The wind has
Another facet too

Submitted: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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  • Anand Brown (5/13/2014 3:26:00 AM)

    Excellent poem, it has all the ingredients a contemporary free verse poem should have and more. Very evocative and good use of emotive language. A poem that asks questions about normalcy and the ordinary man's role in society. Thoroughly enjoyed this poem. big thumbs up. (Report) Reply

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