Treasure Island

Shahid Sarwar


Divine Bounty


The words I have spoken
The words I have written
Do not mark the end of speech
The speech is the tree
That God had planted in my heart
The branches – laden with fruit
Of myriad sorts have spread
All across my brain.
I produce with the exercise of
Vocal cords what my brain
Instructs me to produce.
Every fruit has a flavor
And taste of its own
Unique and exclusive
Every fruit enshrines its seed
Ready to raise new plants
In other soils.
This is the limitless treasure
Reflecting the plentifulness
Of Divine Bounty.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 25, 2013
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