Sea Love. Poem by Maanasa Bhaskar

To you a mountain chases out her soils
through the lost solidity of winter clothes.
I see, ribbon - tumbled,
these streams & wider rivers, across these lands,
where my feet float over green. The rushers in awe,
on their approach to you, their last youth union with the earth,
tide embrace, those fresh cjildren, ushering the expanse of anonymity wandering as this, their mature quest.......
perhaps am among them....as i walk the waters mark...
I am the mermaid, the siren, soon happily i would go into these waves
and creat myself within ur sheltering.
Those tributoried churns, & drift os matryed shells...
they hasten me...
I am exposed to need & recognition, of horizoned lone beyond.......surely i will swim though the land bound....