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32 p7 Poetry Amitshankarsaha
32 p7 Poetry Amitshankarsaha
The Migrant
What did I see when the sun rose?
I found myself alone on some
Unknown coast, where I heard the sound
Of the panting sea’s pulsing waves
Mixed with the chanting sky’s sweet hymns
To the dawning sunlight.
Does this very light awake you
My friend, who is now out of sight?
For I have crossed the mazy seas
To this land, breathing alien air –
My journey’s ravages I mend.
How do you do, back there?