Misty Shroud

After a day of tired journey,the sun retired in the western blue,
a gown of mist robed the dusk,
the stars wore a nebulous look.
The deserted city breathed an eerie in the dead street in the farthest corner of city,
over looking the quite flowing river.

A dame went down from the mud-thatched walls to wash.
The colored patches adroned her shame,
her weak and weary face wore a smile.
A shadowy creature stalked the lanes in search,
found her in the river with fear flowing on her face.

The chill bit her waist down,
she could do away with it but not her soul,
and she clasped the rag.
The shadow came down upon her with blood in eyes.
He stopped,his hands trembled and than blew the Nor'westerly.
The veil of mist around the dame blew away,
a shroud of mist wraped the lonely ones.

She cried,alas her voice seemed struck.
she was lost,forever as the mist with the sunburst.

This poem was written in 2002.

RAPE OF THE VIRGIN

She stood there for ages among the green dence,

secluded from all. She was the only virgin amidst all.
The ocean came rolling gently fondling her bare in the moonlight,

bestowing her with gifts never seen before from the secret depth of his world.

The green growth stood sentinel to her golden nakedness,

little creatures from the blue ornate her,

in glittering moonlit night.
Alas, her virginity was discovered soon,
came they in ones and two's to lust over her golden bare,

more came, crushed her, tore her into shreds.

She bore all these in silence for her sentinals fell long before.
At long last, they left her wretched tired and exhausted all by herself,
still the ocean came rolling gently soothing her torn bare. She will stand for
ages to come Raped,

one amongst all.

This Poem was written in 2002. Dedicated to all those who care for the environment.