Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Golden is between the Red


Golden is between the Red


When golden turns to red
THERE DRIPS DARKNESS
And when red turns to golden
There drips brightness

This I have seen
In the morning
or in the evening

Red has the relation with darkness!
Either darkness brings red
Or, red brings darkness,
Depends upon the movement

Golden is between the red


This is a natural phenomenon
That's why, we choose golden
Golden era or period

Whole world is suffering
"Darkness and Red"
Golden is enjoying

We are such a senseless lot
In darken night.
Sky keepeth the dot

O Man! Thou art, master of destiny.
Ah! We are ruined by our own tyranny.

Submitted: Sunday, July 06, 2014

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