Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...
there.......there.....
under...the...water...
in the..river..bed...
he...yea...he was...
sleeping near the...
coral rocks.....
the green seaweed...
spreading the...
whole area...
oh! its...touching...
touching him....
he was smiling...
the calm sleep...
hummm.....
the relieved feeling...
no consolation...
no cheer...
scum on to his throat...
grows on his blood...
leafless...rootless...
still...sucking..blood...
red moss....
yea...he's...
he's turning into red moss...
until...until...
the sea becomes...
red.....
To me this appears to be another running commentary like cricket commentary, nicely narrated.
Many a image flash, Before my eyes As I see a sea And reflection of skies Green sleeping in peace By the coral rock Red waiting in the wings.. Turns the natural clock...
wow the coral reef have you ever seen the red coral reef of Australia if havent, then you must one day for sure lovely poem dear Mubeen
such a moving piece.....well done about weeds and sea....symbolic one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mubeen I read this one again after I had a sleep and now I see what happened.