Treasure Island

Kranthi Pothineni


First Step


My eyes filled with blue
My legs felt the cold
My skin feels the heat
On a blue oceans bank
I am sitting in calm

Thinking about its calm
Thinking about its water
About its tides and depth
Its currents and circulations
And also its deadly species

I am also thinking about
Its mother-of-pearl inlay
Of ores mined in its bed
About decorative shells
And many more materials

Now I am at its bank
To swim its blue water
To swim its rough tides
To swim all its currents
To swim its life for life

Life may end in gold
Life may end in blue
However it may end
Whatever may happen?
At least ends by trying

So I moved from bank
And took my first step
My first step into ocean
No idea where will I end
But had taken the first step

Submitted: Friday, April 24, 2009

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