Treasure Island

Sulaiman Mohd Yusof

(Singapore)

* The Fall *


The mist crosses
The lonesome ocean
With sporadic sighs
Making a huge comeback
Out of raining bullets
From sparkling stars
Taming turbulence isn’t a rarity
But a cup of coffee
Fishmongers maneuver fish laden tugs
Had flashback nightmares
The silence
That breaks dream
Out of casket

Suddenly
The mountain that stands tall
Behind the horizon
Stops vomiting its minerals
Open the path of adoration
Commences

Entrapment
A varsity of perspective
Infinites mass antiquities
The natives wait
Chanting songs of universal
A new lease of life emerges
Tradition of ages

The first love that anchors
On the Paradise
Brings smile of ambulation
Hope of pro-creation
Another frontier
Another land
New religion
New language

An annexation
Without bloodshed

Submitted: Thursday, June 11, 2009
Edited: Friday, June 12, 2009

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