Treasure Island

shona sengupta

(20 august 1997 / India)

When the grass withers

When I see just a ray of sunlight,
I shall no longer call it night.
When in the beam my vision blurs,
I will not loose sight.

As I watch the hours go by,
My heart won't sink into the past,
I shall rise above the fleeting time
And gather the broken shards...

The shards of my then, my now, my never.
And move along ahead
But my story must go on,
Until I script its end.

When the grass withers in shade
I shall look to the blooming flower
When I loose my way in turns
I shall walk in faith

My fight is not with you
My war is against Destiny
I shall not give in, I won't let go,
My struggle also lies deep within.

When I feel the darkness
Closing in on me,
Know, that with every breath
That, I count my last......

I shall resist the pain
That bore my heart down,
The hardships,
That turned every cold breath into a sigh.

I shall still look to a future,
That steals me away from the dark,
Or I shall steal from the darkness,
And let my heart ease into a fresh start.

Submitted: Saturday, November 02, 2013

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