A Paean to Mercy
One day walked Zunnoon the Mystic down the forest by the river, When he saw a scorpion run to the stream with a quiver. And by the riverside, a solitary tortoise awaited, The mystic stood watching, amazed, animated.
One day walked Zunnoon the Mystic down the forest by the river, When he saw a scorpion run to the stream with a quiver. And by the riverside, a solitary tortoise awaited, The mystic stood watching, amazed, animated.
This is a piece of poetry I wrote after seeing the gruesome effects of the infamous tsunami of 2006 that caused great loss to life and property in Indonesia, India and the Indian Ocean region. The Tsunami Calm, lustrous, with the spark of diamonds, They crashed on the rocks and swept the sand. The blue… Read More The Tsunami
They often creep in, intruding my thoughts, Engulfing my mind with their very own melody; Sparking their own rhythm, the familiar minstrel’s voice, And leaving my vacancy filled with life’s rhapsody.