by Shamik Banerjee
Seagull I will be today and hightail off the sea,
A johnboat will besuit my plan, by dusk home I will be,
I’ll run off from these lanes and streets, vamoose from townly life,
Towards the golden pasture lands where wait my child and wife;
No vizard where I need to wear, where nothing can amay,
Where gentle wind precedes the night and Cockerels greet the day,
Where farms and glebes flush with rice stocks and becks have sunly flow,
Where byres and hen coops fill the roads no matter where you go;
I’ll walk my child to academe and suck the newborn sun,
Take garlands when I’m homeward bound for my fair wifey’s bun,
At noonday by the country field, lie on its grass and clat,
And think, “a life sans servitude, the sweetest life is that.”
About the Author
Shamik Banerjee is a poet from India. When he is not writing, he can be found strolling the hills surrounding his homestead. His poems have appeared in Fevers of the Mind, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and Westward Quarterly, among others.
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