Treasure Island

Samithree Rajapaksha


Graves in the grassland


The glistening childhood once I've passed
Places and flashes that held and processed
The cries and laughters made those days
Not just memories haunting with the past
But some lone graves lost in a grassy land

The life of grassland with undue pales
The steps and sights that straggled my way
The clueless thoughts which filled the faith
Still shines and glimmers like a blurry image
As some lone graves lost in a grassy land

Dreamed high and high to the moon
Sang and sang till my heart got burst
Lived and lived in both the dark and light
Till the day, yesterday that sun got lost
As some lone graves in a grassy land

Submitted: Friday, February 01, 2013

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