An old turtle trudged towards the sea
caressing the tiny shell
bathing in the sand bowl timelessly.
Years fade the trace but someone would replace-
A sail drifted away from the shore,
the trees sway and bid farewell.
Island, an uninhabited soul.
Vivid portrayal.This poem leaves a lasting impression.
Thanks Gopal.
” Lone Island ” again displays Rahul’s command of poetic brevity combined delightfully with an aesthetic insightful quality usually found in the much longer works of others.
Thanks so much Louis for your lovely comments.
Beautiful poem,sir.
Thanks Fathima.