Marine

Free? No. The sea scurries 
to and fro, and sniff the toes
of two continents.
I feed it dreams until a mariner 
emerges from the shanty and forbids.

If he says, “You mate, may
join my voyage.” shall I feel free?
No. Although 

one always joins the seaman
even if in his dream, and dreams that 
they chase white fog of time,

and that at a certain triangle their harpoon
pierces, passes through the dimensions’ 
thin skin. He knows that the sail itself
feeds the waves. It is forbidden.

 

 

 

Kushal Poddar
Picture
Nick Victor

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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