My Treasure Poem by Prasanna Mishra

How could it have
been otherwise?
You say the treasure
Paltry
Song feeble
The retrain brief
The play tragic
And the smile
Half lit.


Yes, I was on the sea
All these long years
But the boat
Entered a whirlpool
After another
Against wishes
Against efforts.


Perchance
A tiny beach
of a crowded island
Came my way
A very small beach
I could tread on
In my sojourn brief
A tiny lily pool
I rested by
only briefly.


That is why
The treasure meagre
The verse sombre
And the play
Tearful.



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