Tuesday, 15 May 2018


A family has members, and
They are like flowers, protected by
Nearest papaya-tree-trunks, a society
Holding them, as if they are
Mighty scintillating and big hands,
Swinging and dancing in cool breeze,
From childhood to adulthood,
Bounded by walls of home,
Or boundary walls, those are
Usually built by human being,
Spreading to many things,
And this strangeness originates
Livelihood, performing, swimming,
When other members are onlookers, in peace,
Either in the sea, beach being resting place,
Or in the distress, other people spread hands,
For recovery, bringing peace and panacea,
Here lies longing for living in
The ocean or on the ground.