Treasure Island

Prabhakar Subramaniam


Cactus moments


Why do I keep coming back

To this cactus city

That doesn't see me anymore

Makes me feel like a ghost

Walking through its streets

With no hand raising in greeting

No face lighting up with a smile

No toddler crying to be taken into my arms

With no landmark of my youth

Left standing for my sake

Even the low tiled house where I lived

Demolished for a high rise of strangers

Gathering memories for a tomorrow

That may bring them here

When things begin to disappear

And make them stand like me

Staring at a building of strangers

Submitted: Saturday, June 07, 2014
Edited: Saturday, June 14, 2014

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