The Catamarans@kattumaram

The catamaran floats silently in the shallow water, Waves and whales not bothered, a lone man on board, The logs of palm tied together to sail through the waves, It floats always, never drowned, but drifted sideways. The modern catamarans of logical mind, Accumulate as many as heavily battered wounds, No time to heal and no willing to dispose and disown, The overloaded catamarans certainly drown. Look at our own jammed up hearts and minds, Where we stored all ill revengeful thoughts, Not to let our catamaran to sink in wasteful worries, Pick one by one and throw away all that unnecessary.