Treasure Island

Vijay Sai

(30 12 1975 / Trichy, South India)


Drudging my way through narrow pavements of dusty roads,
cycling with all my friends,
I played hide and seek with them
in a joyous mood,
round the tall and bushy trees
and cemented constructions
of a beautiful park,
When all of a sudden,
a man with probing eyes,
plunging into a black woolen blanket,
holding a long bamboo stick,
seating cross legged in a corner,
beside a cup of gleaming viscous liquid,
gazed at me,
Puzzled and terrified,
I began to run helter skelter
towards the exit of the grave,
When I heard, he was whispering aloud,
My boy! Where are you running!
Only to return here, back, soon? ? ?

*This poem speaks about the mood swings from delight to despair and happiness to horror. A man in his boyhood days was cycling along with his friends in a joyful mood around the large trees and bushes of a beautiful park. All of a sudden, the place seemed to him as a grave and a strange man with a peculiar wardrobe and a wooden stick emerged and frightened the boy who was running to the exit of the place, by whispering aloud that he has to return to this place one day.

Submitted: Monday, June 15, 2009

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  • Alexander Coppedge (6/17/2013 8:16:00 AM)

    This art has many interesting aspects as faults Funny when I read your definition I became totally enlightened by this art and got the point of the message (Report) Reply

  • Vincent Kuo (6/2/2012 4:29:00 PM)

    Very nice poem! A vivid personification of death (if I've interpreted it correctly) . I like the contrast in the moods that you've described so well. (Report) Reply

  • Gan Chennai (5/23/2010 9:17:00 PM)

    Really Excellent poem. Makes everyone to think not only the Destiny, but the Destination ahead. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Brock (4/21/2010 8:26:00 AM)

    life and death are best friends and we all walk in the park of life, and end in the arms of death.

    beautifully written, and well worded, very intense with clear visual understanding.

    thanks for sharing
    michael (Report) Reply

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