The last frontier

         THE LAST FRONTIER
Standing at the edge of the earth, I feel
Did those wounds really heal?
        The vast water in front questions me
        Till what extent did I see,
        That now my soul is feeling free.
Dreams keep fluttering in front like bees,
Making me feel like an island in a sea.
         But I am done thinking;
         So now I am blinking –
         As I had slept off under a tree.
   
- ANUMITA MUKHERJEE
- ENG HONS 1ST YEAR
- St. Xavier’s college, Kolkata.