![]() islandA Poem by poddar kushalIslandThey say it is five hour’s journey to land. Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt. Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls, Five hours to observe today is meeting Tomorrow in a thin line of off-white. Five hours to see, casually, human. A too short time span to ponder on life, Flashes of patchy memory and swigs Of cheap wine, red, ruby, catching sun. Gongs and buzzes, machine and man at wheel. Five hours at most, and an island’s calm coast. The island we have dreamed as a salt dream, The island that we have craved to become. At the horizon an island rises As the human evolution’s lonely World, welcoming society once again.
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Added on May 1, 2008Author![]() poddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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