When the storm comes
to change the overview
and the sea is no longer blue
where tiny fishing boats
chatter like brown-skinned kids
playing cricket on a mud-bank
there will be a special boat
dancing with the wind
and waiting for the tide
that knows the passage of time
and Indi didi will hoist her sail
watching excited Sri
pampering with her jacket
as she wraps the 'Vignettes of the sea'
like a pocket charm
and waving with her left hand
to a new genre
bringing poets of the sea
together
ever more.
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