Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Mystic Monks


On the mangrove bank of the tidal river
lie embedded the mollusks,
they appear mournfully motionless,
deceiving you to believe
they’re too passive to be alive,
are just displays of dead shells
in their muddy graveyard,
though the truth is
they are mystic monks
silently enduring their estuarine transience,
bidding in meditation the time
the return tides carry them to their marine abode.

Submitted: Friday, August 16, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 16, 2013

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As I saw them yesterday at a mangrove estuary near the Sunderbans.

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