In A Marina

As I stood there to exchange my thoughts,

In a peaceful marina, for a role-play

Together with the gigantic ocean,

Cunningly looking at me;

The cluttered waves ponder their feelings

That I unwillingly wish to listen to them.

A subtle confession reckoned my ears,

And afterward, a soul,

I’ve which has an ideal contrast

Of the other phase of my life;

The one I have yet to find extinct.

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7 thoughts on “In A Marina

  1. The constant dialogue inside that one finds hard to finish makes one pathetically unprepared to decide which one to express and which one to withhold. One’s weight of past makes him too heavy to fly lke a bird or flow like a wave. Nice poem, too good!

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