The Sailor Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

The darkness
murky and impalpable
behind the beer bar
like angel or ghost
few countable spirits.

A dim light from the
counter straights narrow
among them.

Strongly believe, I
at least one of them
must have the jeal
to walk bare foot
and vanish in the
next umbilicus
stabbed by the sharp knife.

No clear voice could be audible
behind the bar.

The retired old sailor
for me waiting must
His story has no flesh and blood
but I know
it will pave my way
for where I had to go
and I have to go must.

No Gandhi
No Trump
none can help
if any body puts out
the light midway.

Will the sailor
be there?
to wipe out my tear.