I'm escaping again to Green Island. <br />Here the landscape never changes, <br />The rocks never grow moss, <br />The mystic river is never stolen. <br />They are as they were eons ago. <br />I am the odd man there, <br />Worn out by time, <br />The bald patch on the green, <br />A barrenness on the fertile soil. <br />Yet here I'm forgiven <br />For seeking her face, <br />Youthfully there on the wallpaper.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-island/
