Sunday, 14 June 2015

Poem - On the other side

He crossed the whole ocean,

unwet and unborn,


with the twists and turns of life,

he became tattered and torn,


drenched in sand and mud of world,

discarded like a rotten crooked corn,


devoid of all happiness,

but chose lull over staggering storm,


reached the other side somehow,

lifeless as a sinking stone,


and rolls off the shore,

but alas! All alone.

                                    - N K Sran


The above poem has been composed in response to the below poem as prompt:

http://allpoetry.com/poem/11996740-Across-The-Land-As-We-Are-Its-Final-Ray-by-RolinSton

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