When he was a child, <br />He put a tiny stone <br />Into a silent pond, <br />That made ripples, <br />And still come in his dreams. <br /> <br />In the green paddy fields, <br />He found waves in childhood, <br />But in their greediness, <br />They fed with pesticides, <br />And killed the earth. <br />Years later, he found <br />Only a green less desert, <br />But still waves were there, <br />That time, only heat waves. <br /> <br />He watched -later in life- <br />A roaring ocean kisses the shore <br />With its everlasting waves. <br />Waves made further waves <br />Not only of water but of sound: <br />Sound of the roar, <br />Sound of the lively speech <br />Of the fisher folk, <br />Sound of the little kingfishers. <br /> <br />His first love <br />With her jasmine fragrance <br />Made a wave in his heart. <br />The first look of a beggar, <br />An injustice done, the taste of God <br />And all made in him waves. <br />Months and years passed, <br />But still in silent nights, <br />He is caught, moved and shaped <br />By all these waves. <br />Waves won’t die...<br /><br />J thampi Jayasingh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waves-won-t-die/
