Personal Pollution

I did a pee
In the sea
While I was in Goa, India
My Mother said I could

Where d'you think it goes
When you flush our toilet?
Huh
I was pretty sure
Someone cleaned my waste
Before it went to sea
But the details escaped me
So I didn't say anything

And it took me forever
To release my wee
With the waves reprimanding me
Each slap causing guilt
As I slowly emptied with relief

Two weeks further
Looking out to sea
In Fort Kochin, Kerala
No matter how hard the sun
Beat down on the sea front
The tempting coolness
Would not be felt and
As each wave crashed against
The square rocks I realised
The dirtiness robbed the pleasure

Every dishwater wave
Grimy, polluted and disgusting
Was scolding me
Never to pee in the sea
Again