Entry #484706, added on 01-31-07 @ 12:03 pm EST
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| AN ISLAND BEACH | Entry #484706 |
AN ISLAND BEACH
I want to get out of this rut,
Where man is a machine.
I spend all time with computer,
The cell and limousine.
Too far from nature, I live in
A jungle of concrete.
My house is air-conditioned,
I don’t know cold or heat.
I wish I could get out and go
To a white mountain top,
Where in the silent vastness, time
Does virtually stop.
I wish one day I find myself
In a hot air balloon,
Drifting along with air currents
To go nowhere, nor soon.
Else, I wish on an island beach,
I find myself one day,
Where worries are washed out to sea,
Not to come back, I stay.
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• Written for ‘Like a Song’ Contest, ""Like a Song" Poetry Contest" 
M C Gupta
31 January 2007
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