A capsized sails
Dipped in brine
And the pranks
That waves carry
Swells to tatters
Even as the breeze
Peeks from atop
And hisses to jeers
Emboldened by his escape
The wonted captive
Pilloried amidst the sails
That reigned over shores
And new lands till now
In a happy procession
Even as slip is a pretence
Of a novel move
And in a drought
The most thoughtful step
Heads towards futility .
Seeds – to be devoured or sown?
Enroute Kolkata
21.34 hrs
8.10.25
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