Nymphomaniac Poem by Chandra sekharan

Visitors on marine beach are seeing him
For the past two years
Tall, slim, young, handsome man with
Protruding parrot like nose
Wearing pant and shirt with full of holes
Sitting on sea side rock projecting into the sea
With bearded, fair face
Curly, unruly, long hair
Fluttering in sea breeze
He was sitting in an inebriated mood
Singing elegies, serenades
Dawn and dusk did not differentiate
He was looking constantly at the waves
And tides
Icy sea breeze could not harm him
Ferocious high tides used to engulf him
He would sit like a rock on the rock
Watch water dribbling down on the
Vertical rock
Some times he used to murmur at the onlookers
And crowd would disperse
His only friend was a sea snake
Which used to crawl from sea
On wet, rough, uneven rock surface
And wait and look at him for some time
Then would withdraw back to sea along with
Ebbing waves
He had forgotten his ebullient years
Spent in Washington as an executive of world bank
Faint memories about his girl friend for
Almost six years who made him emaciated
And emotionally mad
A slender baby faced New Zealander pediatrician
She was his blood and energy
Suddenly, she eloped with the a stranger
Who looked like a demon, cannibal
She was a nymphomaniac
Last he saw her was in a speedy blue Benz
Driven by her new lover
before leaving Washington he consumed few
drops of very expensive and rare elixir
to keep him alive without sorrowful memories.