Near The Ocean Poem by Bidisha Sharaf

After passing the night with confusion
I thought that I am too habituated to the urban life.
Is it really necessary to leave my cozy bed and
See the unseen?

What is happiness? Oh! I have become so greedy.

I sat to write a poem
Under a tree; the unnamed tree I do not know of.
My existential crisis is just like this uprooted tree.

What bird is this? Where is it from?
Its half screwed wings point at my slacken heart,
Telling me how unworthy I am only to look at oddities of life.
The shores and waves told me to move on.
What worse could happen?

Now I feel like running away in this countryside.
This serenity and calmness don't even remind me of any despair.

Looking at their happy faces and their unity with the ocean
I can drink hemlock too. How beautiful it would be to be buried here!

The feeling of going back hurts me.
Can't I lie down in nature's lap forgetting dishonesty and hypocrisy?