This week something quite different. Just poetry and imagination with no claim that I’m inspired by current events. With a nudge from my on-line writers group, Writer’s Abroad, and some inspiration from Samuel Taylor Coleridge and his poem the ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’, this week’s poem borrows the first two lines from that epic poem, and then wonders off to some unknown place….
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Water, water everywhere….
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Water, water everywhere
Nor any drop to drink
Across white sand, across high dunes
Our heavy feet still sink
The waves upon the shore did beat
The sun a hammer pounding heat
Nor any drop to drink
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Nor clouds we saw, nor birds, nor green
No nature blessed our eye
Across the miles, along the shore
The sun beat from the sky
The sound of water in our ears
The sound of silence fed our fears
No Nature blessed our eye
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We dared not leave the cursed splash
We dared not desert cross
But miles of water, bitter salt
No thirst away could wash
The heat, the shimmering, hazy light
Oasis rises in our sight
We dared not desert cross
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We curse our life, we curse our luck
To wash from storm to shore
To live through drowning in the sea
And then to die once more
We curse survival, curse the waves
Curse the fate to which we’re slaves
To wash from storm to shore
I don’t get time to get on to your website as much as I want to. Just got an opportunity to read this one now. It’s great. Keep up your good work, fighting the wave of negatively that surrounds Bangladesh at this moment. I await for the day you may be inspired by writers like Milan Kundera and write some short stories about the eventful childhood and wonderful characters you were surrounded by…. It would make up a good series of humorous short stories…lots of love to you and family.