(112) An observation by the beach

An observation by the beach (112)
It is not the usual white-coloured, soft,
oval-shaped pebble, nor a shell,
but a thump bone of an infant,
My eyes can see the merciless
waves washing ashore,
the tsunami-hit victim, innocent
distorted, premature and caught up
In the debris of time’s disaster,
the brown color which merged
with the color of the sands
speaks out silent volumes.
If alive might have shaped
many stories life-like,
or might have ruled like a lord,
or assuming dogmatic position
might have pointed out many a flaw,
now pointless and a pittance,
picked up by a hungry crane in a swoop
Oh! the lifeless thumb,
I sit by the shore helpless,
I weep by the shore helpless,
To see the bird take –off.