Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

No Place For Rest

No food to eat
No water to drink
I am hungry and thirsty
And still I am going
Going on the road of hot sands
And forest fires
This is my hard life
I am passing under
The scorching sun
This is my life here
On this earth
I am under the clutches of
Death and death and death.

Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 31, 2013

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death's clutches

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