Boating At Chettuva

Aesthetic sense
opens on the wavelets.
Our motor-boat moves
through ecstasy, leaving
behind wake of sweet vibes.
Unity in diversity that people
lost still exists in the mangrove,
an arm away. Flora’s green and
sky’s saffron are charming, though
tainted hues with fanaticism. Black
oyster collectors with bamboo baskets,
fishermen’s canoes with violet nylon nets,
a girdle of coconut palms – all are beautiful
portraits from life’s bottom. They don’t enjoy
the vistas around, for beauty fades in familiarity.
Reflection of a scene in the mind differs in leisure
and labor. Our boat returns. Each sight seems a haiku
from nature’s anthology. Voyage strands in mind’s sand.

First printed in issue#15 of The Literary Hatchet by Pear Tree Press, US.