THE RECLUSE MARINER : DEODARONLINE

 

SAILING AT NAINITAL

 

WITH THE HAUL OF BREEZE, 

I STAND,

 UN-FREQUENTED.

WITH THE MAST, RISING AND FALLING.

WARM SUN AROUND ME, 

WILD WATER UNDER ME,

SCREAMING, CALLING AND ASKING.

WHY DO I LOOK FOR A PLACE TO REST?

WHEN I MIGHT SAIL TO A CALMER HEAVEN,

OR, SAIL PAST THE WOODS THROUGH AVON.

GAZING THROUGH THE SKY OF STARS,

INTO THE PERIL OF EMPTINESS. 

FEELING THE THRILL OF PASSING AIR,

ON THE PATH OF PIOUSNESS. 

~ Manas Pathak

 IG - @_manaspathak_

 

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