A young man stands at the seashore,
Gaping at the ocean that rises and rises.
He wonders, can I drink the water so laden with salt?
He often worries that people will take
His inability to express himself
As a sign of reluctance, or coldness.
He knows to be cold is not a choice,
But an obligation.
He often worries that he is judged
On his thoughts, his ideas.
He wonders, do I understand people,
Or do I pretend I understand people?
He often worries that he will go on being quiet,
Year after year, oblivious
To the soft susurration of sea waves around.
He wonders, do they take my silence
To be a lack of love?
At twenty, he thought he understood everything.
Four years later, his thoughts no longer
Bubble with prickling notions, tingling verses.
All that remains is the silent crashing
Of rocky bottoms, and his inability
To drink the water that is too much of salt.
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-06-03 at 15:47
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