Posted by shaili on Thursday June 29, @04:10AM
A poem dedicated to the orissa cyclone
Like a crater in the sky Dredged up from the ocean bed A moonlit bandit; Thunderstorms seldom clear the sky.
Rain exchanged hands with the drought Uncovered by the force of flowing water Buried under the same currents Drifting at sea, victims of hospitality.
Black metamorphic bulks of tree trunks A stray bone, shining white in the light Flies unstirred, blood unstrained, Salt streams from the drains.
A torture chambers, frightened children Brain dead audiences Land still carpeted with sleeping waterfowl. Bamboo shelters sat bathing in their own pains.
The translucent veins of vegetable matter Afraid of the descent of unpeaceful thoughts Whimsical hope and burning lamps Myopic to notice reality.
Awaiting the elixir of god Savageness moulding their laughter Aggrandizement of promises Not a soul to fathom.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.