I sit by the shore of a vast ocean
under the endless, ascending sky where
eagles, skylarks and butterflies wing,
wink, whirl, wend through life's glory
The weary blue-grey, limit-defying sea
calls the fish, eels, shrimps, crabs to come
and gauge its unfathomable depths
while the celestial smile above, immeasurable in
its profundity, draws the curling birds through
roaring wind-waves.
In-between lies a world on the surface
of the surface
split
fallow
shallow
hurrying through its days of agony and ecstasy
men and women
unmindful of what lies above and below
invoking God's name in bloody rampage
killing the very meaning of God's grace and
bleeding out its life.
Cities come
Cities crumble.
The fury of existence is too robust to allow
a flight into the ethereal heights of the sky
like a crisp curlew or free-wheeling warbler
or dive into the fantasy-depths of ocean.
I see the surface "break, breaking, down to
man's last dust", and drain out its
essence through civilized slimy channels.
- -Sharad Rajimwale, Jodhpur, India
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