Treasure Island

Rajkumar Mukherjee

(26TH JANUARY / KOLKATA, INDIA)

SNOW-ACROSTIC- QUADRUPLETS-NATURE


ACROSTIC-SNOW

Snow-clad hills invite me
Nowhere else I find peace
Obliterates all my feeling
When embraced in profound cling

ACROSTIC-SNOW-SEA

Sea alone in its vastness
Negates all my distress;
Obvious calmness prevails,
When my hairs get her kiss.

ACROSTIC-SNOW-DESERT

Sand-dun es in a vast desert,
Not a shade, water or heart;
Only loneliness prevails upon
With camel and God to carry on.

ACROSTIC-SNOW-NATURE

Somber soothing nature’s treat
Nothing else can make complete
Overt desires men cherish
With longing love and good wish.


rajkumar@kolkata
14-12-2009@Rajkumar Mukherjee

Submitted: Thursday, December 31, 2009

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