Derelict In The Ocean
Amidst pale waters.
While paler birds
Arch overhead.
The man knowing nothing
Bends in the foaming froth
And wonders
If his every turn
Has turned out wrong.
"Well, it doesn't matter,
No, it really doesn't matter."
He thinks, and then
Open-handedly splashes the run off.
"Children and dogs
Still burn my face.
These lines here, here
Beneath my eyes.
And those lines there, there,
Below my mouth."
Copyright Kemal Faruquee