A Vision Afloat Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

all my wishes gang up
and they look to run riot
as if all rivers and rivulets
merge into a single community
and then a flood, flood and flood
and a deluge carries me off the island

away from the temple
from the monolithic past
from the pastoral paradise
from the open-armed love
from the meaty poetry lust

to one unknown maybe exotic island
with a plenty of orchards and linnets
an endless pasture and ever lush green love
and a coldly smiling long graveyard

or maybe currents defeat my sinews
in the mid way and I drown to urchin death
and maybe you will yet read my poems
wiping your last-love tears and......