Crashing the ruthless waves ,
Aiming chartless wharf ,
Decamping safe refuge ,
Gifting pledges of no return ,
Christoforo Colombo hooted adieu .
But , reverted he soon ,!
In myriad wombs ,
Across the lands at every nook.
He jumped and wriggled
And pushed and pulled
To break free from the cocoon.
Dreams of evergreen garcinia,
Smell of tempting ambrosia,
Aroused his latent hysteria.
But , to set out free
He needed a key,
That lay beneath a dillema
shall mortal souls
Wait for the sky to fall
Or erect a refuge
Before destiny befalls ?

 

-Nita

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