I was the potted plant
At the window
That overlooked the sea.
I saw the sea
in its many pastels of
Black, blue and oranges
Sometimes it had the storms
Which with no one it could share.
Sometimes it just lapped
Happily like a child.
But always it did have a tide..
Ships of all sizes
Came sailing
And I saw them and heard their hoots.
Somedays my flowers
Bloomed their petals …somedays they died
From your sea sick air.
I was like an old man
Standing at the zenith of his life.
He had seen it all.
Now it was time to rest…
Poem: Dr Pallavi Kwatra.
Art: Odiia Liiuzi
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