Standing on the edge,
Roaring sea in front,
A step ahead is the result,
Of so many instincts.
It’s not about
wetting the pages or,
Sinking deep
in search of letters…
It was just
to touch the envelope…
Only envelope,
Or just to turn a few pages?
Literacy! Of language?
Oh! How to put it…
Even a drop of water knows
How to wet!
It’s the power of lesson,
With whole sea in front,
Still stay you, quite hydrophobic
It’s your decision!
Salt may be tasty at times,
Lessons are ofcourse great
Wet papers may tear out,
Ha! Pages of your instincts.
Still, you there,
An unsung music is awaited,
Ha! How tender !
Innocent again for the foxes to howl!
Sunitha Ganesh
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