Treasure Island

Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty


Romance Point [4]


Tipped toe-ly
Dusk droops,
Plays with
Naive teen.

She fills up
Stoic beech wood
With rustle and sigh.

Ripples whisper
O’ teen
Do you hear: Love?
From moon.

Teen bewildered
Say what; She..?

Love had pored, she-
On Romance Point,
Fragrance smeared
Feet of
Her…?
She quests for!

Submitted: Friday, June 05, 2009
Edited: Friday, July 15, 2011

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