An Inquest 

Tethered,

Bewitching, the waters yonder,

Suspiring the waves, signal as they saunter

Mysterious,

The hills, the valleys

Clarion call blaring, the brooks and alleys

Fabled

The creatures winged or otherwise

Or volcanic lava, unforgiving that fries

Enticing

Mountain peaks, or forests pine

 Bales of straw, grasslands and sunshine

Kingdoms

Just or cruel vast or small

I want to visit, see, explore ..them, all

Dreaming

Of a day still cosseted

In the womb of time, its arrival, coveted

Around me

But, lies the water muddy

Akin, the marsh, where I bob unsteady

Engulfing,

The slush, my discolored hull

Makes me feel, dreams are void and null

Shackled

Has a lifetime gone

Any breath left for a lustrous dawn?

Wondering

Even if the ropes be snipped & cut

Will my keel make it to the sublime hut,

Desuetude

My aging stern and bow

Can they now even, over the spume row?

  

Smita Amit

18/5/21

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