Treasure Island

kriti krits

(24th July 1981 / Mauritius)

That Special Day...

That was a day, so often called special
Her tears dried in her blood
Her smile forbade her goodbye
Her dive in thy ocean grew deeper n deeper
Leaving ashore far aside
No coming back was there for sure
That was a day, so often called special

Thou lies so deep in her eyes
One plunge was enough to make him thrive
Thou, however, never gave a try
Her grievance forcing thy aloofness
No coming back was for sure
That was a day, so often called up special

Forget it was the tune of her breath
Love always was that of thy heart
That day so often called special
Was to her indeed, for that day
Was laid on her the burden of emptiness
Piercing her being like warrior’s sword
Hovering on herself a self drain
What more could be added to make her insane
She realized soon, and made her fly away
That was a day, so often called special

Submitted: Friday, July 29, 2005
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