By Saranyan BV
CORALS Scuba divers lumber over the sand, the unwashed rocks, the algae water. The bay showed odours of unwillingness. At sun break, One or two coconuts fell and made splashes To deter us. We lumber at dawn, flippers on shoulder, Cylinders on back, the divers kit heavy; We lumber, our hearts ingest what we’d experienced, Our bowels anxious for new, We lumber under seawater, Careful not to touch or caress or be caressed Knowing we can’t be corals.
Saranyan BV is poet and short-story writer, now based out of Bangalore. He came into the realm of literature by mistake, but he loves being there. His works have been published in many Indian and Asian journals. He loves the works of Raymond Carver.
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