Toiling in a sea of labour,
Seeking a beach on the horizon,
In a world with never ending horizons
And ever-increasing seas.
Marooned in the sea,
Paddling and flapping,
Running out of breath,
And, time.
Paddling and flapping
Out of duty and concern,
And out of compulsion.
Rescuing and guiding my fellows
Cross their choppy patches/currents,
Neglecting their slaps on my boat.
Want to dig a bed in the beach-sand,
And smile at the waters just crossed,
I fear by staying out at sea for too long,
Unknown appears the beach.
No comments:
Post a Comment