Treasure Island

Ershad Mazumder

(March 8, / House 1, Road 23B, Gulshan 1, Dhaka 1212, Bangladesh(Now live in Dhaka permanently.))

Kill My Shadow


I am tired of my useless me
Kill my shadow
Save me from his torture
Dear Invisible me.

I am tired of naked me
day and night
dawn to dusk
within this glass walls.

I wanted to live like a tree
full of leaves and flowers
I wanted to see me full of fruits
to serve you all.

Dear invisible me
Come and kill my shadow
I am tired of ugly me.

Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2008
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  • Philosophy of a DewyFlower (8/29/2009 10:35:00 AM)

    a provoking poem! I liked the self-talk

    poet, the self-talk make sometimes miracles
    keep talking to you, to yourself, to your soul, to your mind... (Report) Reply

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