Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

What Is The Time


Is not a question to put
What do you do
It is you to tell you
Only for your satisfaction
Rest has no connection.
See the crow with specific sounds
See the lion with specific hounds
And see yourself and if
You so like climb the mount.
Know that you are yours
And know that you are also
Not yours and still
You are with you.
The words are not cheating
I am not telling
My specific tale is
See vanishing with you.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Edited: Thursday, February 28, 2013
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