Saturday 20 February 2016

Poetry 2016 Longlist, Amit Shankar Saha


My body a boat
Filled with holes of tiredness
Sinks deep into sleep
Your memory a cargo
Lies on the sea bed -
A sunken treasure it seems
The unbecoming
Of ever falling asleep -
The brine of the sea
All the mermaids gather there
To mourn and to weep
For what I lost in my dreams

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