Underwater
written by: Ipsita Banerjee
@ipsyb
I like to dive deep into the pond
Where the sunlight does not reach
Where the muddy floor
Rakes up a storm
And wild weeds grow.
Then again I sit by the bank
Turning lazy somersaults
Near the surface, panning for shrimps
In bare cupped hands
Watching them leap away
Other times when I’m in too deep
I flounder, out of breath
Dark fingers pull me down
Tugging at my resistance
Well outside my depth.
Always, just as I float unfettered,
When I am ready to yield
To the enticing darkness,
Your hand reaches mine
And softly draws me out.
mother, lawyer, dreamer, intrepid traveler, poet, blogger, writer....jack of many trades....inter alia.
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