Dare not.


I must have been in the 10th grade when I first read the below poem by Kamala Suraiyya. I never understood a word of it then. But as years stood grown, and experiences stood gained, these words kept adding interpretations by themselves. Especially when you travel.

Dont turn your face
or look at me, dear one.
I dare not gaze again
into the depth of sequeustered pools.
Behind the layers of cold skin
may lurk sleeping suns
that might rise out of the water
like naked leprechauns
to beguile
to please.
I dare not play the games
adults seem to play.
The game of enticement,
the game of laughter,
and the final one of abandonment.

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About Abhi Surendran

Abhi quit his corporate job, and decided to immerse himself in travels, photography, occasional periods of bankruptcy, and copious amounts of insanity. He is currently working on a book of his experiences, and a dream road trip through South Asia. Both in a haphazard fashion. He blogs at Iamnothome and you can also catch him at times on Facebook and twitter.

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