Etc14 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

When I had crossed the half of the sea
I looked back the watery deluge that is behind
And to my utter dismay it appeared dried and dumb.
Therefore I reverted and rummaged madly for those
Trifles with whom I had played all along the days
By taking in my bosom closet as hidden pearls
Or sometimes as mermaids rocking over intimate waves.
Now the selfsame backyard of sand and rocks
Spanning throughout the enlarged horizon where it elopes
With burnt out day leaving the saturating darkness and Me.
I lied down on the windless field and perspire all my severe longings
Which I banished in most silent forms ere heart estranged.
In such blind solitude I had found finest moments of opportune
To dig the several graves and tossed out all my soft desires grapes
Within cold vaults and left my fortunes in the safe hands of wilderness.
Now I am on mad rush to overcome the treaded zone
And sought that lost watery splash which I relinquished
In quest of my lost treasures and rediscovered that future field.
But I know in my heart of hearts that these unfaithful sea
Will again reclaim the dry land where I buried all my grapes, my treasures
And will confound me more and more with withered weeds, fishes and mermaids
To drive my thought home what rubbishes I had buried throughout those futile nights.
So I am no more a dauntless sea fairer but one of that billions,
Ever crowding the beaches with dead oysters, foul smelling lobstars and other tattered sea shells
Because I am now dead, essentially dead.