Insecure Poem by Saroj Padhi

INSECURE



Alarmingly insecure in the wooden boat in which

I ride the tides, conscious of many invisible pores

that let the sea water, in small but lethal dozes in

my boatman anchors it at the shore, as up it soars-



to find me searching for the last dregs of the body

still aching to tumble down to arms of a wet shore

to escavate more pleasures from the secret wombs

of sands lying like sluggish snails at love's open door;



when traces of a bewildered Sun sink into the horizon

for the lucent Moon to pop out of heaven's dark gate

suspending all logic but raising tenets of new emotion

sprinkling desires over a dreaming river's silver chest-



from where fishes jump into the boat of a sagging mind

with my small catch without net, myself so secure I find!



COPY RIGHT: @ SAROJ K. PADHI / 24.04.18