morning time
peak morning hours
in the port city.
heart rending sight
of a lunatic
sauntering around,
sex, don't ask,
age, does not matter.
age, youth, society
possibly god,
all have deserted
the hapless creature.
a ghastly sight.
a stark naked human being
a walking shame to
all those who were there,
police, volunteers, ngos.
nobody does any thing.
everybody pretends
as though the problem
just is not there,
afternoon.
ocean's underbelly
is
riven by earth-shaking
earthquakes.
no tsunami takes place.
the tumultuous sea
holds control,
refuses to come onshore
and
clean the shameless
from the face of the earth.
..atp.14.09.2007.
samyak jain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tsunami-and-the-shame/
