A crumpled page
in a book read long ago,
that was the time when I
was led to swim
in a world called the ocean
of poetry.
There were dreamboats twice as large
as the vessels that set out on the sea.
They had the power to launch the ships
and steer them safely to the ports.
Yet somewhere I do not know
why I tore off a page to make a boat on my own.
I stopped a long while reading the abstruse maps.
Sometimes on a whim, I pick up the book
and still, get stuck where I was.
Sushama Karnik
May 1, 2018
Thanks +pasajul de noapte for the image
in a book read long ago,
that was the time when I
was led to swim
in a world called the ocean
of poetry.
There were dreamboats twice as large
as the vessels that set out on the sea.
They had the power to launch the ships
and steer them safely to the ports.
Yet somewhere I do not know
why I tore off a page to make a boat on my own.
I stopped a long while reading the abstruse maps.
Sometimes on a whim, I pick up the book
and still, get stuck where I was.
Sushama Karnik
May 1, 2018
Thanks +pasajul de noapte for the image
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Your poems always make me ~ swim
in a world called the ocean
of poetry.~ Thanks Sushama & Happy 1 May ☀️REPLY 24w 
+pasajul de noapte
+Rahul Borse
+Kumar Rabindranath
+tony langmach
At the end of the day, I thank each one of you wholeheartedly and wish you a happy I May, the worldwide labor day.REPLY 24w
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