The Ringing Tones Poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan

The lake chuckled
As the boat raced and turned
The men, women and children
Clad in different colors
Looked like a rainbow
On the surface of the lake
As if dawn from the sky.
As the boat turned turtle
The lake with its fathomless depth
Swallowed the lives to its cold belly
And the lives had the last scream
As the death opened its Jaw
And the black blanket atop
With shining studs smiling!
They swam to safety
But for the providential escape
From the clutches of death.
They hoped against hope
As their offspring will call back
With their messages!
The lake swelled by tears
Of the escaped on the banks
Fixing eyes on the restless waves
And the forest beyond.
The ring tones of the mobiles
Of their son and daughter
Made them weep round the clock
As the son and daughter never listen
They lay dead at the ice-bed
Of the death-slumber
Senseless to hear the call
Of Mama and Papa
Yet the ringing tone swam
To the surface of the lake
Telling the tale of pale truth!
As the corpses floated
In the morning dew
The mobiles in their pocket
Still continued to ring
As the Papa and Mama
Pressed the button again and again
In vain to trace
The son and daughter!