Longing Poem by Boishakhi Mitro

The deep blue beckoning.....

The crystal water, sky reflecting,

Mirror image upon and in the water, tempting...

The white sand around the ankles,

Soothes the estranged heart-strings.

Hazel gaze wandered on the horizon,

If only they could be one again!

So pristine, so virgin lay the ocean...

Within the folds of its sky.

Raindrops like tears,

Caressed the image in the eyes.....

Soft lay the memory of the first kiss

On salty lips.

Remembrance brought aches afresh,

Eons lost, ages gone,

Yet it pains to let go.

The waves, each with equal fervour,

Come ashore,

But the far-off sands, lay parched baking........

Crabs nest, wanderers rest

Still the sands thirst!

Only the high tides, once in a while,

Drown them in blissful respite.