Treasure Island

Shruti Goswami


Lonely


A lone drop that grazed,
I stared, unfazed,
The last train had left,
Only water surrounds me.
The way a mother looks,
At her beloved child,
Was the way I gazed at you,
You were lost into the world.
The waves bared their fangs,
Wet shiny sand,
I did not heed the cries,
Those arise, and arise.
The starlit sky, deep in my womb,
Just will not cry, for fear of doom,
Like a lost handkerchief, on the bench,
That flew away, with newfound wings.
I gathered pebbles, on my way,
Caressed them, and hoped they would stay,
The leaves all fell down, one by one,
T’was a dark rainy day,
And I never saw the Sun.

Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013
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