Part Of It! ! ! Poem by SALINI NAIR

A cup of tea to the best
My image is so blurred in
In a pail it changed to faint
In a well it's marvel and clear
To its deepness it's volatile
My river image is so fertile
But its trenches are abandoned
Ocean is so optimistic
But tide never let me to be its part
I am the part of a drama written
Merely images of its feathers
But it's the charm of its nature
That dictates to be a part of it
My visuals may not be optimistic
But it's the chapter that dictates its rhythm
Lonely messages never weep on its side
But it's the part that merit its pass on
On its parts that my visuals redeem
To its melancholy I need to mourn
Out of shadows I need to roam
But it's the part that past my lagoon
My part is optic to its randomness
But to the fathom it's my part
As I am part, and need to chart…

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