Treasure Island

Smriti Gupta

(21 may / delhi)


A dream unfulfilled
A promise broken
A tear dropped
And a rose withered
Though we know that
Winter is around the corner
Yet its arrival
Always untold, always untold.

The eerie night won’t stop though
Neither will the spring
The shackles of life
And its unfathomable justices
Always unbroken, always unbroken.

A thorn prickled
A tear trickled
But not for a moment
Did spring stilled,
But one thing for a relief
The clouds above
Though in motion
But move along always
Till the seasons end.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013
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