Treasure Island

Bhavani Polimetla


Riding in well of death


Getting up in the morning
Thanking for past shows
Hoping for future shows
Praying for today’s show

Experience doesn’t matter
Anything can happened any time
Insurance won’t bring the life back
Kissing and hugging family
By thinking that it may be the last day

Hesitant to start
By having fear in the heart
When people are waiting
How long I can keep them wait?

Forget the past
Forget the future
Now is the show
I need to ride
To keep the show going

Just took the long breath
Broke the inertia
Started with ease
To make the show success

Started on earth
Entering into track
Driving on edges
Too keep the show interesting

Doing the tricks
During the tough times
To justify the audience
To bring the people
For tomorrows show

Where is the time
To think of family
I am not thinking
During the ride
This is the way
The life is running

Bike is stopping
Show is ending
Day is passing
Riding the same bike
Riding on same track
Thankful to god
For the days are passing

-o-

Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2009

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