Oceans? I love oceans! I should be able to manage this one, yeah? You decide.
Oceans
A heartbeat
A pulse
And in my mind
A woman's voice
In a strange language,
Admonishing
"Lahron se darr kar nauka paar nahin hoti"1
I understand
"Fearing waves is not the way to cross to the other side."
I understand.
The ocean, tireless, ageless, guileless
Leaves a gift at my feet
Its meaning,
Its purpose understood only
By the restless waves
That cut it, shaped it, polished it
Give it the significance you will
The old girl says
And continues her work
Polishing the next trinket.
1Excerpt from the Hindi poem Himmat Karne Walon Ki Haar Nahin Hoti by Surykant Tripathi 'Nirala'
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