Treasure Island

R.K Das

(22, january / INDIA)

Crossroads


As I stood denuded
At the crossroads
With hands raised upward,
Eternity descended unto my open palms
With the silence of a benediction
Of my life's last Autumn.

In the mellowed stillness of the wilderness
The last skinny leaf of an ancient oak
Fluttered silently
And nose-dived
Into the icy-ground of the
Ultimate harbinger.

The storm of argument
Between the musician and the lyricist
As to what music and diction
Would constitute my dirge,
Got settled smoothly like the leafy-sediments
On the bottom of a tea cup.

Submitted: Friday, June 10, 2011
Edited: Friday, June 10, 2011

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  • Valsa George (5/14/2012 11:46:00 PM)

    This poem has an unrivalled charm and the readers are dazed by its profundity! ! Only a seasoned poet can pen such lines. Kudos! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Jasbir Chatterjee (11/21/2011 11:20:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem! the deeper meaning gets into you the way the tea leaves let go of their color and flavor...thanks! (Report) Reply

  • Allemagne Roßmann (8/29/2011 2:45:00 AM)

    Crossroads puzzling and mindboggling as crosswords...well done delineating us the experience in poetic format (Report) Reply

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