~Kuma Raj Subedi~
Dried debris washed onshore
contrasts to playful life in the water
with the seagulls, black swans and green herons.
The first sailors called it a river
but it is rich with sea life,
gentle breeze creates
sonorous calming whistles,
none could escape the sailors
retiring homeward
with a flow of the eastern wind
longing to land on a long shore.
I , sitting on a rugged rock,
think what if the Americans had erected sky-capers alongside?
Perhaps chirping of birds would be replaced with discotheque music
sailors would be sailing only to filthy rich putting prices high for each sailing.
With setting sun , imaginative thoughts vanished from my mind.
My being fully energised
with rich fresh coastal air
I returned to my hut
where possums and koalas
were waiting in a gumtree
to overdose me with snarls and squeaks.
Wrapping with a blanket
I continued listening to their playfulness
until I fell asleep, living the Aussie dream.
– Kuma Raj Subedi, Australia
(Source : Writer sent it via ‘Kritisangraha@gmail.com‘ )
