Janet The Gull

              1)     JANET   THE GULL.              

It  is  heavily built,

As heavy as a sea rock

Befriends    eagerly,   regular   on  the same,

Me   too, a loner, wondering  the  surf :

A mystical ,ceaseless  gyration.

 How  often  we   view  this  watery giant

With  its unending mouths,in  spectacular  awe.

I construed  it  as  something ,

Voicing,  not  dashing   and  receding,    

  The   aeons   of ageless ,unending process,

Augmenting    the impeccable  SHRISHTI   of   Creation,          

The    web   footed ,Spiralling  its  heavy wings,

 Shades , the, shimmering  pebble

Tossed   and  settled  on the  sand dunes.

Perhaps  the  whips,  might have brought

The pebble  to this  end. In  the  darkening

Scenario,   this pebble  is a  mover, Carter

Of   the    Charter of  realization.

Still ,how many , business like

On the edge  of  the  boundary,

I know  not. Now  the  roar

 Continues   To   silence  us .