Homeless Creatures

Written in the year 2011, this poem is published in Alive magazine April 2011 issue page 57. A crab sanctuary turned Drive-in Beach

Spreading the horizon of white sand;
Between the ocean and vast land;
Where the cool breeze murmurs;
The story of heavens and the earth.

Digging around the home of peace;
Where the moon and sun sings melodies;
Where the cool and hot winds touches;
Crabs are there in plenty.

Days passed, years passing by;
Future is present;
Present vanished to past;
Changes the landscape forever.

Sun was crimson hue;
Predicting the arms of hell nearing;
Morning was warm, cold blooded;
Arms of horror and terror crawled allover.

Sand was thrown high;
Some pressed in trails, somewhere half;
Holes were shattered and pressed;
Heavy tyres rushed here and there.

Breaking the hardest shell on the back;
Scattering it all around in a second;
Some was thrown-away into the abyss of sand;
Choking to death without even smelling death.

Escaping to the horizon;
Where the sun turn red sometimes;
Is there a heaven somewhere there?
Swam with all power, leaving behind the home .

Reviews

[Stu. T.H.]

Not every gift of nature is held in the same regard with all due assumed respect; Humans by nature are short-sighted creatures and creative destruction is our ingrained habit. We may suppose we are the best product nature has ever conceived due to our dominance over the planet as a species and our great network of social intelligence, but the time runs out for us as it would every species, we'd be left to become dust and sand for the next possible species to excavate us all the same. To preserve nature is to protect our heritage and preserve our ways of life, after all even if all humans vary to many degrees, we are still united in nature and in this life.
Thank you for sharing your work, author Arundass TP. Have a nice day.
- Leon

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[John the Baptist]

It's sad when people mindlessly encroach on other species for the fun of it. If that particular type of crab becomes extinct, we will feel it somehow. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you so much for your review ☺️

[Brett Moore]

Well damn. What a ride. A sad ride for sure but beautiful. This left an impression. Well done!

[Arundass TP]

Thanks for reviewing.

[ROSALIND]

Very well expressed..many great sentiment

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[nastasimir]

Thank you Arundass for sharing this poem
I'm still thinking about it and reading it again and again to get the right impressions
I think I found a spring of clear and vise mind in your poetry.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[light and ashes]

How extremely sad..
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[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[light and ashes]

You are very welcome, friend.