Globe

Poem: The Angry Sea,

Invaded,
taking
without choice,
the rich
the poor
the good
and the bad,
knowing well
these artificial
distinctions
are made
by man
for his narrow
Ends

It now
remains calm
like a
Big cat
having hunted
and taken her
fill

I swim in her,
and while floating
in her calmness
I look
upwards at a blue
emptiness
an endless expanse
of beauty;

The trembling earth
underneath
makes one wonder
what tomorrow,
will bring?

arjuna.