The sea, with a heavenly face, and kissed by the stars,
With haunting conches in unpriced trimmings
In their depths, with a golden dawn,
Flourished by the sun of the combed sunset.
How amazed am I, o you sea, by your holy quietness,
That way, as with erotic joy, affectionately, you caress the pebbles
With an erotic pleasure you are tossed without hurry
And you caress your dress of blue color in a heady way!
And the sober people like emeralds are fragmented,
scattering hither and thither
And the waves get fragmented crowned full of effervescence,
Your breasts, as they tear, they get struck by the lighting,
The mystery is great and unexplained to me.
How do you restrain yourself, O Sea, billowing wildly?
How you don’t cross the boundary,
God has determined?
Ah, were it possible, were I capable,
My anger not burst out in East and West!
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Note: To select nine best poems out of seventy for an international event at Albania, I was nominated to head a jury with Shri Aju Mukhopadhya, a well known poet and Shri Nibir Ghosh, Professor of English Literature, Agra University as members. The above one was the best we selected and recommended to the organizers. As it happens name/place of the writer are not informed to the jury. Readers may enjoy the poem.