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
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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