Jeewan Ramlugun 

In the hallowed seas

of words

my insignificance

like a minnow

I feel.

 

Revered names

of various poets,

dead or alive,

and their works

I scan on the shelves

of a bookstore.

 

I pick one or two

that I briefly dip into.

 

A surge of inspiration

I desire

for some moments

to swim over new waves

of undulating verses

to ride ripples

of elegance

then to soar

as graceful seagulls

with spirits

that to great heights

would take me.

 

Alas, I must flow back

to my small streams

of thoughts

and forget

the wilder dreams,

the rolling waves

of greatness.