Treasure Island

krishna kumar

(27 01 1991 / Pollachi)

Untold


To welcome me there remained marriage invitation in her hands
I went to her marriage hid amongst the huge crowd
I made sure that even a part of her gaze couldn't catch my presence
Yet her countenance was never left away from my vision
Her eyes were expecting someone, I realised
It should be me, I wished
She should rush and hug me in that place, I imagined
This might not happen, I cried
The tear drops, my unsaid love and flowers, I bestowed
In the normal lives, we went
Then in the midst, we met
On my shoulders was my little angel daughter, who peacefully slept
With her was her beautiful son, something he continuously pestered
We both were happy about the things we have seen
She asked my daughter's name I said hers
I asked her son's name she said mine

Submitted: Thursday, February 09, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Untold by krishna kumar )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The Exception Perception Has, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  2. You Know, Whats-his-name, Lawrence Beck
  3. Isis: Syria and Iraq, do something!, Rachel Nichols
  4. THE POOR PEOPLE AND THEIR POVERTY الفقرا.., MOHAMMAD SKATI
  5. I PROMISE, Poet Akinwemimo Idris
  6. The Spyders, David Lewis Paget
  7. Monsoon., David Lessard
  8. Unprepared, Disrespectful 'and' Undiscip.., Lawrence S. Pertillar
  9. Summer Nights, Maya Hanson (mye3 poet)
  10. THE PRETTY SEASONS AND THE PRETTY ROCK O.., MOHAMMAD SKATI

Poem of the Day

poet Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]