Friday, 3 July 2015

POETRY ICONS: POETESS MRIDULA MENON: PAGE 1


THE SANDS ON THE SEA SHORE.

 BY POETESS MRIDULA MENON

 

The sea enraptured me,
The waves caressed my feet
My feet i soaked
In the coolness of the gentle waves.

When the waves
Attained a fierceness
That frightened me
I ran ashore.
The sands on the sea shore
Told me a story
Most pathetic
Of their lives.
You, ever so soft with the waves
Run to me, the sand,
When the waves turn strong and unbearable
Trample me with your feet
Your sandals hitting me hard
I writhe in pain and disgust
Still i never protest.
And accept with a nonchalance
My fate, ever so obnoxious
For ever to be despised and stamped
Never a kind word nor gesture
Never a touch neither soft nor mellow
Always harsh , strong , rigid and stiff..
No wonder ...i came from the rock
That remains powerful and mighty
Against all odds in life.
mridula menon. 02.07.2015.

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