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