Janet The Gull Poem by Radhamani Sarma

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It is heavily built,
As heavy as a sea rock
Befriends eagerly, regular on the same,
Me too, a loner, wondering the surf:
A mystical, ceaseless gyration.
How often we view this watery giant
With its unending mouths, in spectacular awe.
I construed it as something,
Voicing, not dashing and receding,
The aeons of ageless, unending process,
Augmenting the impeccable SHRISHTI of Creation,
The web footed, Spiralling its heavy wings,
Shades, the, shimmering pebble
Tossed and settled on the sand dunes.
Perhaps the whips, might have brought
The pebble to this end. In the darkening
Scenario, this pebble is a mover, Carter
Of the Charter of realization.
Still, how many, business like
On the edge of the boundary,
I know not. Now the roar
Continues To silence us.