The Baby of the Earth
As by revelation, moon unfolds
A sleeping angel mellows out
In a crevasse, naked
Dropping the apparel of foliage:
Hair drooped round his sinless face,
Engrossed there the toil of seafaring
Swarm of limpid sweat drops
Moving like dancers
As if after a ballet in summer storm
The crafty water flails
With deep foam
The baby of the earth
Destined for distant shores.
Distant Shores Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert Haigh
20th June, 2018
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2018
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