Treasure Island

Palas Kumar Ray

(India)

Five Vertices For A Triangle.


It's a silly point, afloat
within a triangle
my mind these days.


An ethereal affair
I don't know
love or war, goes on
in between three vertices.


More I come closer
to a vertex, it shows
more real to me
when others look faded.

Now it seems
the time has ripened
for a vertex destined
to come and join hands
to shape it to a rectangle.


Maybe at last, a pentagon
shall finally work to bring
peace in chaotic hearts.

Getting converted
into the fifth vertex
maybe, my fate, I guess.






© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved. 

Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2014
Edited: Friday, June 06, 2014

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