Noahtic-by Dibyasree Nandy

The world flooded, sinking underwater;

Emerald palace under the sea, living creatures sought her;

In her womb, she shall bear;

Cyan flowers and leaves and birds alike, O Mother dear.

The pillars twined with ferns, not an inch remaining;

Shamrock and juniper, interspersed like ivy, downwards curling;

Again and again, she shall give birth;

Avowed to never deprive the beauty of the Earth.

I, a green apple, kissed;

As I peek past the forests in her garb of the ocean and clasped in her fist;

Witnessing the pain of her labour;

In despair, although she does me a favour.

I, the jade frond, embraced;

In the warmth of her womb, I am blessed;

Amidst the ebb and flow in the castle ground;

I try to stay close, always bound.

I, the bird of deep aquamarine;

Circling, hovering around my mother’s head, chirping; serene;

The tapestry of pine and moss hides the laughter;

Deluge outside the shut window continues its slaughter.

I, the butterfly of turquoise-violet;

If only she would lift her chin, honeyed skin of bait;

Emerging from her body so pure;

The universe within her form shimmered in the teal allure.

Another Noah, but she creates one from zero;

The vessel, her very self, she needs no oar to row;

The magician of origins, the celibate Mother of every living god;

Turn not away from that Maiden; she’s the Almighty, you’re no lord.