Bhanu Padmo


Dawn

Like tendrils of sky-goddess, cirrus shone;
Like omen of good fortune imminent;
Yet upon long swell did the trawler stagger;
Overwhelming was yet the sprouting dawn.

Aboard among mortals,
Me, the stranger at sea,
Denying images of swallowing waves,
Eager and earnest, I awaited shore;

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