Refugee

Bulging eyes, black;
Flap the ocean wings
To caw the bony carcass
Clawing skin rut
White over white

Wind too turned its course,
churning the storm
As I shudder my spine
Replete with death
Facing, upside down

I dolt like a mad man
As ebullience dries,
Lapping ocean corpse
Racing the unseen
Death after death

I float away my homeland
To a distant refuge
Sans my earthy roots;
A refugee by land, water and earth
To a distant land of unbroken silence

6 thoughts on “Refugee

  1. tapeshwar Post author

    ‘m so humbled by thy say dear sir Louis Kasatkin; finding myself a minor dust to Coleridge!

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