S H A R K Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

He swam in deep waters,
Sometimes surfacing
For a breath of air,
Catching his preys,
After short, long chases
Devouring them
Relishingly, moving
In the great sea
With great happiness
Of his usual freedom
And superiority when
He was caught in the web
Of a large and srong net,
Pulled into the tug,
Dying a breatless death,
He was cut open
To show what all he ate,
And his guts, his head
Seperated, in pieces
He lay in tins to be fried,
His soul in distress
Of an untimely, uncomely death.


Ravikiran Arakkal