Treasure Island

Pranab K. Chakraborty

(West Bengal)

Straight observation


Sometimes life tastes
much bitter than death
sometimes death glitters
much bright than life

sometimes love poses as hate
sometimes hate emerges
much soothing than love
unbelievable but true

love when build up
with obsessions
it fires the objects
unless could achieve it
hate when hates cruelty
it plays different game
of judgement
nourishes love
silently......

Pranab k c
06/10/2013

Submitted: Sunday, October 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013
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  • Kevin Carney (10/11/2013 12:57:00 AM)

    I have been off for a long while and just am getting back to reading. This is an excellent poem that not only reads well but, your words and thoughts make the reader ponder life. This is an excellent poem.
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