Casuarina...An Ever-Existing Whistler Of Wind Poem by PRATAP KUMAR Behera

Casuarina
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Where whistling wind touches the ground
Exposing the age- old decayed drift wood,
You create the singer's lyrical rhyme to ear
Turning my vision toward the never-ending sea shore.

Upon the rugged bark, partially bathed needles around
I peer at the black pagoda of Konark and its devasted diamond
Gifts me myriad conches that roaring tide
With bouquets of foamy flowers of marine side.

When the blue carpet covers blanket of golden hue
You vanish your boughs till the morning view.
A golden backbone of golden beach
That protects the uncalculated resource with deep sincerity.

Mound of crabs, conches, horse shoes crabs, of course,
To your feet they rush
Rest sometime before vanish over
Leaving a message --- living with you for ever and ever.
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