A gigantic sail looms, above the sea,
Anchored by steel braces, of creativity,
Start of a journey, from an island beyond the surf,
Into the hour, of the twenty-first century turf.
High above the mast, the yard hangs free,
For ‘sailor guests’ to dine, in exclusivity,
They watch boats set sail, on the sea,
And relinquish the skyline, of an exotic city.
Beyond the yard, on a perch, ‘round’,
‘Manmade butterflies’, often touchdown.
Utilised on occasions, for symbolic games,
To convey delight, across continents.
The rich and the famous, ride to the deck,
In royal carriages, drawn by animals long dead,
They alight at the Galway, lined with palm trees,
Suited chaperons’ welcome, with warm sea breeze.
They look around, through the dazzle, to see;
Stacked, decked cabins, of outlandish luxury,
The centre of its universe, is the extension of the sea,
Exotic free fishes pace in, with moving galaxies,
The glitterati with grace, pace all around,
Meetings take place between gilded crowns,
Heaven of magical illusions on worldly ground,
That steps out into a sea, for unknown bound.
Humanity’s expressions of beauty epitome,
Few strokes symbolic of an iconic guest home,
Humility of a creator to sail into the unknown,
With the analogy drawn to a white marble tomb.
Copyright © Pradipta Roy Choudhury | Year Posted 2017