The Sea

The Sea

I stand by the sea
away from the hectic city;
My heart is all at once free.

I listen to the waves,
I’m no longer a slave,
Only for inspiration does my heart crave.

The sea holds my hand;
It says,
“Listen, my friend!”

The vast blueness opens
revealing pages in golden ink written.

It reads to me of Arab traders, Portuguese navigators;
It reads to me the Dutch colonizers
followed by the French and Britishers.

It laments the pains of slaves from Africa;
It laments the torments of labourers from India.
It then tells me of great men
who have shaped the future of our island.

At sunset it sings the love of ‘Paul et Virginie’
-two pure souls in an immortal tragedy.

I  pensively blink my eyes,
The sea  stares at me for a while,
Then ,this sea whisper blows through my hair :
“Keep writing Poet, in your thoughts never be scared.”

Vatsala Radhakeesoon

 Author’s Note: This is  a poem about my island, Mauritius with a historical touch.

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About vatsala radhakeesoon

Born in Mauritius in 1977, Vatsala Radhakeesoon is the author of the poetry books ,When Solitude Speaks (2013) and Depth of the River ( July 2017). She is the representative of Immagine and poesia (Italy based literary artistic movement) for Mauritius. Her works also regularly appear in online literary journals, magazines and blogs such as Setu, Indiana Voice Journal, Dissident Voice , Tuck Magazine , Destiny Poets and others. Vatsala is currenly self-employed and continues to write poems in English, Kreol, French and Hindi.

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