by A.V. Koshy
I do not know what I seek.
In the midst of my island
this spreading pool of loneliness
widens
engulfing every green thing
on this auspicious day,
overflowing its borders.
The fish too escape.
Only a lone rock remains
jutting out like an ugly tooth
splashed by black waves
in the dying rays of the setting sun.
It's another love I spay.
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Beautiful poem.. the elusive truth is always a mirage.
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ReplyDeletethis spreading pool of loneliness
widens
engulfing every green thing
on this auspicious day,
overflowing its borders...lovely flow of imagination to the remote bay of the mind..