SALINI NAIR

(kottayam)

Extremes Is Still Contrary


It sounds as if bees buzz
Day time shaded and is dark
Drop some water and spread as pearls
Sounds a peril and nature mourn

It’s the draftiness that takes to sleep
But the child splash it with his hands
Spread the shriek and scuttle its side
All the way the glee that profile

Trees and plants bow the guest
As if the donor transmits blood
Slops that trench and pass the flow
So as to offer equal share

It wet all side in a whiff
Muddy slit that slip and hide
Moss that whirl in solitude
So as to pert in livelihood

All the way it flood around
Sink the land and life of slum
Trouble that trench and stoop around
Curse the life in gutter side

It’s so harsh that lash the life
Flood all hole and split all shelter
Still on its side
Some children play in strange of loss

©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, May 07, 2014

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