Drowning

Standing at the shore I could see it slowly drown
I cast a net to catch it
Laden with the lightness of fake promises,
Instead, the net drowned.
Tried to use a bait weaved with knotted lies
Every time it entangled, it again slipped away,
When I stretched my hand to trace it on my palm
I found my reach was as shallow as my soulful qualm.
In vain I dived in, to grab it in a mock embrace
But it chose to travel and leave, without a trace.
Desperate, I cupped handfuls of water
And gulped it down my core
Did I save the drowning smile?
Or did I take its soul?

- Rama Naicker, Chennai

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