Poetry

 

|| The lighthouse ||

 

The Disowned and fallen lighthouse stands tall - waiting for centuries in tandem with the sea .

 

 The cheerful workers of the marine jostle in the Lifeless tamarisk forest and vanished  bushes of Pandanus techtorius  …..

Disheartened and insensible end  leads the flies to a fragmented corpse.

 

Time is unhappy now deep into a illness ….

 

Nevertheless you mortals go for once look over the broken lighthouse overwhelmed with the chronicle of time ….

Smell the ashes of the past hidden in the cells of the defunct port ….