On the mangrove bank of the tidal river
lie embedded the mollusks,
they appear mournfully motionless,
deceiving you to believe
they’re too passive to be alive,
are just displays of dead shells
in their muddy graveyard,
though the truth is
they are mystic monks
silently enduring their estuarine transience,
bidding in meditation the time
the return tides carry them to their marine abode.
A poem rich in mysterious connotations of the kind. Excellent rendering sir..
Beautiful comparison of the mollusks to the mystic monks in meditation! ! Enjoyed! !
I am trying to follow the thought behind this poem.i just feel good I like it Mohabeer Beeharry
To see them and write about them a magical moment. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the metaphor. Well done.