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Neela Nath


Long before she waved her
shaky hands to the shore
of the tumultuous sea.
Did she copy his life
and pasted it on her white sheet?
No reply comes from
the marine heart.....
She knows the stillness,
will come in the mid sea...
The ceaseless sound of water,
the smell of the whales
and the sky boundless
the hot sun and chill of night,
are meant for her life sentence!
Yonder, in the horizon
the bay of the palm and coconut
trees' canvas get tinged with
the grey shed.......
The sea-gull swoops to
pick its day's meal......
Alone she waits on the deck
to find out the answer,
did she copy his life
and pasted? ? ? ?

Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 23, 2013
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  • Valerie Dohren (1/23/2013 2:44:00 PM)

    Life is not to be copied and pasted - we are each captain of our ship and masters of our own fate. Very well penned. (Report) Reply

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