In The Heart Of A Coral Art Poem by Soumili Karmakar

Corns half soaked in lukewarm water with salt
Frightful of the sight
Of being blend with mayonnaise and relieved by no sugar on top.
Boiled veggies, scrambled eggs and baked pancakes with honey on table served.

Wooden windows and a serene atmosphere outside the door,
Grasses growing and winds blowing
Behind the mighty rock.

"Mighty! ", I've heard from those villagers who called it to be so,
But as I ventured, I found the term as soft as a bubble sailing in the sea from where it came, rippling the surface with summer breeze.
Rising from the core of his softest heart,
To make travellers repose and drink from the river he was guarding for his dove.

If boots were torn,
If winds were gone,
He shaded children, without asking where one came from.
I remember, how weary I was
I remember, eyes searching for a place to bend
To sit and feel winds of vales.

The breakfast on the table still unfed.
I was not hungry, I was not lost
I was found at the core of the rock. He, holding my arms not to fall and drown.

Two hours passed and I sat,
Was thinking of the sail that helped,
In search of a beautiful destination
The journey was blessed.
As winds passed, and butterflies spoke to hummingbirds and peacocks dressed.

I heard someone calling to me,
To believe the one can speak
As wind is his only friend and those willow trees breathing for the lees.
He pleaded to listen to his tale,
Except that loving wind no one ever heard his voice well.
Requesting Zeus to take care of his lightning to be freezed,
The coral rock introduced he came from blue seas.
Floating to meet this river saved behind
To guard its pure water and beating hearts living in homes,
To protect the love that was kept for the knight's dove,
So one could row in his boat.