7.Poles Poem by Bose Perumal

Land of gloom where fire doesn’t bloom;
Endless stretch of shivering ice of doom,
Sledge’s end ploughs through with foam,
Master’s whip wreaks to reach his room. 4

Hunting is our life; squinting our eyes,
Igloos of ice make haven of our guys,
Matching hazardous nature with arduous rapture,
Our hearts too hold the warmth of temperature. 8

The killer whale laughs; polar bear yaps,
Herds of reindeer grooms with ears that flap.
Day and night merge into wondrous drape,
We harp to the tune of nature’s dubious gap. 12

Do you feel the feet of your globe?
Where nature culminates into a lobe.
We make the floodgates of Time’s juncture,
Ready to break away with ozone’s puncture. 16

Trails of penguins flap and play;
Seals and walrus penitently stay,
Darkest continent beyond reaches of ray,
“No man’s bounds’ that has little to say. 20

Fancies dry; Imagination die,
Phantasmagorical shadows fly,
Life becomes a static weight,
Heartiest become a poor bait. 24

Magnetic north; enigmatic south,
Never attract each others Ruth. 30