Treasure Island

Litan Dey

(15/04/89 / Tripura, INDIA)

At Sixes And Sevens


And then i go
I saw you
He left you alone

On the flushed cold street
I saw the tragedy
The moonbeam burnt the plastics

Ladden escaped from the world map
On the scoured year
Cause, the univers exhausted by pollution

Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is based on the daily busy cities.The poems have some special property...
1.It contain three stanza of three lines
2.1st stanza has the sequence of 4-3-4, means first line contain 4 words, second line 3 and third line 4.
3.similarly 2nd stanza has order of 5-4-5 and 3rd stanza 6-5-6

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