Broken Ore Boat Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Broken ore boat, wretched boat
Fallen prostrate boat
Lone lying on the sand..
All day long watches burning pyre
Sometimes intends to be burnt
meaningless existence...
Roots of Saplings and weeds
little by little assert permanent right..

Boatman has left him long time ago
playful boys too forgot
Only a few snakes and worms live in his heart
No body keeps in touch

Only in the rainy season raising waves coming
thrust and remind the youthful wavy days...