The Oceans Shall Give Back What Is Ours
written by: SmithaV
@SmithaVishwana4
The rains lash the city night and day, with a vengeance
The sky roars and thunders; promising turbulence
Mountains loom large, watching over it all, in stupefied silence
And the sweeping winds swerve, blowing hot and cold, in hostile defiance
Raging oceans swell, frothing brown
Bountiful waves, treasures schlepp, slow them down
A legacy bequeathed by every man in city and town
Receding crests, leave gifts behind, making us frown
From far and wide, they wash ashore
In their bosom held, swept at our door
Not pretty mermaids or jewels of Arabian Nights’ lore
The surging tides are returning to us, so much more
Tonnes they give, the unselfish, magnanimous seas –
Theirs: fish big and small, mammoth whales; what a tease?
And ours: plastic, garbage, waste, and disease
They, mighty and strong, had vouched to bring Man on his knees
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
On 13 July 2018, high tides dumped 120 tonnes of garbage on Juhu Beach in Mumbai. Thousands of tonnes of waste were washed over all the beaches across Mumbai.
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