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At the Marina
by Sunanda Satish
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  The Marina looks
Just as it used to be
A never-ending blue
Turbulent at times
Sometimes silent
Mysterious
Again this evening.

Years back I stood
Somewhere along there
The golden sands tickling my feet
Clinging on to papa's arm
Waiting for the big white wave
That comes from somewhere
And goes off somewhere
A little excited, a little scared
As it neared -
But papa was there.

Now, I stand along there
The white wave takes so long to come by
The sands don't tickle anymore
Oh ! and papa's no more...
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May 20, 2007
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