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Varkala by Amlanjyoti Goswami


From the south cliff

Only the sea

The roar of the sea, its morning glitter

Its calm beyond

Its white upon white in the dark.

From here to there the great sea 

Whose waters break morning rock

Day after day after day, everyday

For a million years

And then returning

Where the sea comes from

Back to its heart, its troublesome breathing 

Its roiling waters that seek no more the sun

But hearth. 

Eyes that venture out of its depths

Waves a missing hand

An arm lost in battle

Eyes that seek that perfect sight.

Morning. Yellow gold on the waters

A sight that pours a libation

For those who come to see.

Amlanjyoti Goswami

Amlanjyoti Goswami's recent collection of poems 'River Wedding' (Poetrywala) has been widely reviewed. His poetry has been published in journals and anthologies around the world. His poems have also appeared on street walls in Christchurch, exhibitions in Johannesburg, an e-gallery in Brighton and buses in Philadelphia. He has read in various places, including New York, Delhi and Boston. He grew up in Guwahati, Assam and lives in Delhi.

About This Poem

When I close my eyes and think of happiness, I see the waters of Varkala from the southern cliff. 

1 Comment

Jun 27, 2020

Airy. Cheers!

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