Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)


I had my day
Time now to part our way,
I step from here to a mess
Where I won’t have your loveliness
Your soft hug warm caress
Your assuring presence in loneliness,
I have to seek the you now in flesh
Search for one with your likeness
Fail and grieve for the times that flew
Coming to know there can’t be another you,
This body would wizen and shrink with age
This youthful frame would turn to yellow page
But you ageless will just change hands
Plant in new eyes dreams of fairylands
Remaining forever cute in hands soft and small
Childhood’s buddy my playtime’s doll.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 01, 2013

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  • Lorraine Colon (8/1/2013 1:23:00 AM)

    I remember my treasures of childhood. Sometimes I wish I could go back, but just for a visit. Wouldn't want to stay there too long. Wonderful poem, Pradip. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/31/2013 9:14:00 PM)

    A Beautiful poem!

    But you ageless will just change hands
    Plant in new eyes dreams of fairylands
    .....Lovely lines! ! (Report) Reply

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