The Bitter Truth

Once while walking on the beach.

The winds blowing with the calm of the seas.

I saw a bride – beautifully dressed.

And then -

The calm winds turn into lascivious tornadoes.

Slowing disrobing the bride’s honour-clothes

And salaciously enjoying the covetous show.

The marrow stirred in Poseidon’s bones.

The calm of the mighty seas froze.

Only visible was the tiny, bony, naked thus ugly body of the lady.

Mavrone, mavrone, I cried in despair.

But there was no-one to hear -

THE BITTER TRUTH

“Who dares to stop the gentle breeze?

Who dares to solidify the calm of the seas?

Who dares to interrupt the cosmic power of the Almighty?”

I asked these questions to the lady in my nightmare- Mother Nature.

She replied with her eyes full of tears.

“It’s Man – my own child who disgraces my honour.

Its Man – the destroyer, the creator.

Its Man – the builder, the thrasher.

Its Man – the controller of the deities.

It’s Man who holds the reins of God’s duties.

And God - old weary and despondent.

Caught like an insect in a tweezer’s grip,

Can only flapper it’s wings.

Receives his timely pension of human corpse."