morning time
peak morning hours
in the port city.
heart rending sight
of a lunatic
sauntering around,
sex, don't ask,
age, does not matter.
age, youth, society
possibly god,
all have deserted
the hapless creature.
a ghastly sight.
a stark naked human being
a walking shame to
all those who were there,
police, volunteers, ngos.
nobody does any thing.
everybody pretends
as though the problem
just is not there,
afternoon.
ocean's underbelly
is
riven by earth-shaking
earthquakes.
no tsunami takes place.
the tumultuous sea
holds control,
refuses to come onshore
and
clean the shameless
from the face of the earth.
..atp.14.09.2007.
hmmm...u r quiet good with words..... n are able to portray the true picture....
The stark naked figure touches me.... this is beautiful... I wrote a poem, Monday morning... about someone lying somewhere else in the world when all this mayhem is happening... untouched by things... but we need to be touched... I certain am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh dear this is very sad, am so glad tsunami didn't came onshore. This poem is written long before the world biggest hit, last year's tsunami of Japan... Sigh..