Treasure Island

Satish Verma

(5-6-1935)

In Praise


Wisdom
picks on the dementia.
I lash out in drunken rage.

The water world,
I stand on an island
in incremental rain-

of denials. Time was
floating on the shells.
Sea was in sullen mood.

Sunless sky wants
to start a ceremony of
clouds and tears.

How far you will
walk with a gypsy?
I have started the journey for invisible.

Submitted: Friday, September 20, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013
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