the lonely stretch of the beach by Ranjit K. Sahu

The lonely stretch of beach is a getaway

A break away rather from the nine to five routine

A space to indulge in listing

The problems that bother us as mortals,

Or to delist those that seem immaterial 

Or  inconsequential to one’s existence. 

The expanse of the blue and the splashes of gold

Constantly fill aspirations of escaping the torture

A fettered human face

In every moment of his urban existence 

As a father, a son, an employee and as a man.

The beach identifies them as Escapists

Absconders  of responsibilities maybe?

Or comfort seeking individuals

To be intimate with oneself perhaps?

The beach is the only venue

In a concretized world

Where, all  are  escapists from forced existences.

Except for those trying,

To escape from themselves.