Island Of Isolation
Most cherished dreams
Burn into floating ashes
In the self-ignited fire
Of a shooting star
Falling from the nocturnal firmament.
But strangely enough,
Am intermittently overwhelmed
By the moist breath of fresh romance
And fragrance of a great hope
In an island of isolation.
As I toss
On the tattered mat
Spread on the bare earthen floor
Under the watchful eyes of a Savage Time,
I wait for the much-awaited liberation of the soul
From the divine nativity.
poem by Arkay Drk
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