Treasure Island

Jyotishman Debnath


caterpiller dreams


the candle is lighten up
with the mercy of cold angry air.

i started searching for myself
in the mirror,
the malicious whispers, conspiracies
of life against me,
the venom, the pain
sparked in the mirror

'be sweetened, sour one'
'be filled, empty one'

the rule of life
malnutrition for soul
for years till now

i followed
still the candle is lighten up
only with the mercy! why

i am guilty
for breaking the rule
i will say nothing
need no sympathy
'reap as you sow'

but i won't give up
i will be back
as i am taking my way
to my rebirth!

Submitted: Sunday, June 18, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 07, 2010

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