Old sea

By old sea , I had slept in a stranger’s house.
As child, I had heard its monotone at night
That kept me awake full of fateful curiosity.

The monotone went on into my adulthood
In dull curiosity, whenever I had head cold,
The flow of sound in my head, cold and flat.

The old sea would go on with its monotone,
Over the tops of casuarinas sweeping a sky,
That drowned my sounds of turbulent years.

Now old, I yearn for it to drown my sounds,
The old sea , the sea by the stranger’s house
Where sea is familiar sound, a mono-sound.

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About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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