The Things I Could Tell From Things I Can’t Tell Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

Heard the trembling voice
Of the X’mas card I had sent
From somewhere amidst debris
Of wall and fences, man made boundaries
Oh, cruel tidal waves!

Is it the very sea waves
Once I played with songs and games
Invaded into my compound
Like devils and devils
With its sharpened nails
With its poisonous teeth
Don’t conceal
Still I see the blood of babies
And of women spilling in your jaws.

How did you become an anarchist
With such atrocities
I asked the sea
“It’s a top secret’ said she,
‘Can you shot me dead with your gun?
She asked, laughing at me for a fun.

When all gods resurrected
Corpses lying piled up in heaps
Opened their eyes and then
Closed with their hands, all of a sudden.

Noticed the tender and beautiful feet
Of a little girl lying dead among the corpses
Wrapped up on mats, projecting

“Found the place”
“Found the place where this little girl gone”
I hear the voice in my ear
The X’mas card hurried and vanished in thin air.

“Which god is responsible for all these wanton
Destruction “? I asked the sea.
She receded, muttering
“Not anything of the sort
It is all man made “

It is the story of nature
Turned once into god and then
The God was reduced to nature again.