Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


The masked in the jungle.


This jungle is the ground for all alike,
You can roam and roll as you like,
You can’t find the specific species here,
As everyone is wearing not only the batches,
But also patches, to add color to their characters,
Look at those Giraffes, developed the long necks,
Just gazing at everyone and having the good meal,
Here are the tigers and cheetahs: fast and handsome,
Always creating commotion by changing the patterns,
These are the rabbits, so cute and cuddly,
Munching and delivering is its habits,
The birds are many, having the parrot attitude,
Good at repeating, not knowing anything of
Creating, Crustaceans and mollusk are the pities,
Hard hidden with sun, have fun underground,
You can choose any mask and wear it,
As the time needs it and it is your jungle,
Made of stoned hearts, covered with philosophical thoughts,
Don’t hesitate to jump and rip off,
To rid of and to reap out to shine,
Play your wonderful game full of fun,
You have only one chance of this clumsy life,
But you have wonderful opportunities of many choices.

Submitted: Thursday, September 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013
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