(116) A post-tsunami day.

(116) A post-tsunami day  (116)



It was not a planned holiday by the beach to run,
Neither a delightful dawn to jog by tender sun,
but to see, to learn and to unlearn many an experience,
much sad sights of pity and pittance.



Many decayed parts and bodies in a watery funeral,
the split birds and sea –dogs with a clean burial,
the animate became inanimate in all debris of cycle,
The resurgent waves search roll and roll to recyle.



Could I see the unremoved and irremovable piles
of mounting sea-weeds and sea-horses?
only to vie with crabs and crocodiles?
Yet the Deep in a deepening decries dirges?



Amidst white pebbles and sands, foot prints,
many a guilty to rob the victims of the jewels,
and valuables to prove the devalued symptoms,
and bodies without breath only a sickening syndrome!