published in an anthology of poems about sea by Soul Scribers Society and Rhyvers Press
Breathing becomes hard, water murky
Gills choked by masked impurity
Water was not so salty
Life not so difficult
Breeding was safe among the mangrove roots.
Golden shore, sea pristine, silent
Cyclones sleeping, not swirled.
People come, watch the Sun set in waters west
Mornings hazy, hyacinths bloom gloomy.
Cranes hesitate to unfold their long legs
On the floating islands of plastic bottles and bags.
Canoes lurk hungry along thin waters
Near multi-storeyed invasions.
Chinese nets and cormorants rise empty bellied
The laws of the sea creeps and then climbs
On to the guilt covered shore.
There many homes thrive with
the abundance of lives in shells and scales,
some wriggly claws and tentacles.
Risking their selves atop the wavy moods
Of the mother of all lives.
Ships pursued luck as the waves took them afar
Ghosts of shipwrecks, albatross tales, blood thirsty sharks
Stories travelled from sea to land.
But the land rested its, in secret pages.
Wind carried some news unpleasant
Waves roared, tides rose more and more
Angry, the sea stepped on, sinking the shore
Came inside man’s door after door.
The story of land made the sea rush to crush
Turbulent tides threw the moaning lives around, helpless
The land and the sea no longer trusted each other, hopeless.