Treasure Island

Abhinav Srivastava


INSPIRATION


When I saw you
I thought I didn't see you,
When I talked to you
It seems I never heard you;

But alas, there you were
Firmly in my thoughts,
Shaking my imagination
Out of a cold frost;


To think that we have just met
Seems altogether more silly,
But I thought you should know this
Before my feelings and words
Appear to you like a dry chilly;

You, I thank, to inspire me
To write again,
And therefore, I seek your association
To ensure my writings
Do not go in vain.

Submitted: Saturday, July 25, 2009

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  • Susan Aparejo (7/25/2009 8:40:00 AM)

    We all have inspiration in life. They made us powered in every trials we faced. This is nicely written.10+++. If you have time, read my poem too, 'Feeling in Love' thanks (Report) Reply

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