Geetha Munnurcode
Along the silvery
lines of the sea
Cutting off the bizarre
silence
She grieves…, she
growls…”Oh! My love…”
The echolalia of her
groans resonates
“Oh! My beloved…Be
back…”
She runs wild, into
the dormitories
Of the dreary world,
throws her fists,
Her eyes glowing like
rubies of hope;
Her feet cramped, skin
smeared,
Stained fully the
cloak she wore.
Her dirty feet still
strolling fast,
“Dear, come back my
love…,
Tell me the tales of
blue seas.”
Alas! Ignited a
moments pulse!
To sooth the wailing
heart.
A tyranny of tidal
waves trots
Torching a brilliant
wave fast!
“Mom I heard you
beckon me,
From across the
Barren Sea I came.
Your son, with a sad
tale to tell…
A hundred of my mates
and myself
In just a moment went
immobile
Can’t narrate, how
the icy spells
Shot into the strong
walls of ‘Krusk’
All around us turned
blindingly blue
The death with its
carpet thrown…
Snowed! Stormed! Or
stoned! How to know!
A paradox undefined
peeled our souls out!
Never did a tiny drop
of blood spill.
Good Bye, Mom; I am
too late, I must go!”
A lightning fell; a
thunder broke!
She lies dead on the
cozy sands
For sure the heaviest stroke she had !
