Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Collecting words


Collecting words in your
field of emotion I stood first.
With my own laugh and own cries
I proceeded further in the light
of new moon day.

Life-forest is dense,
Scattered sky is there only,
The rain is going outside
holding my hands and is telling
O poet, come on, to measure the clouds.

Let me free from your kiss-prison first,
Let me get my body uncovered with truth,
let me write a poem in your words-love
Let me stay here a moment more beyond count.

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014
Edited: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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