Extremes Is Still Contrary

It sounds as if bees buzz Day time shaded and is dark Drop some water and spread as pearls Sounds a peril and nature mourn It’s the draftiness that takes to sleep But the child splash it with his hands Spread the shriek and scuttle its side All the way the glee that profile Trees and plants bow the guest As if the donor transmits blood Slops that trench and pass the flow So as to offer equal share It wet all side in a whiff Muddy slit that slip and hide Moss that whirl in solitude So as to pert in livelihood All the way it flood around Sink the land and life of slum Trouble that trench and stoop around Curse the life in gutter side It’s so harsh that lash the life Flood all hole and split all shelter Still on its side Some children play in strange of loss ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.