Treasure Island

Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

Retreat


your heart knows mine
behind the silver line
I used to die for you
why didn't you give clue
that, you too loved me
If you had done so,
certainly you would save
and, didn't let me go in grave.

5 March 2012

Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
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  • Bri Edwards (6/26/2013 12:23:00 AM)

    i like this a lot better than the first 'new poem'. i do like rhymes, but i think there is something wrong in the line:
    certainly you would save ..... do you mean: certainly you would have saved? i think i understand the poem...well basically. thanks for sharing. what does silver line mean? ? i used to hear the term SILVER LINING. is that what you meant? (Report) Reply

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