My Verbal Constipation

Monday, April 17, 2006

ode to a dead star fish

a tribute to all my friends near and far. this poor example of poetry is my dedication to all of you who've stood with me through thick and thin. underneath the poor attempts at humour and literary skills lies a sweet and touching heart felt mesage. the sub text is not to be taken at face value but requires a lot of perusal and pondering. the last line in particular. a lot of you have probably already read it... but for those of you who haven't but mean to... be strong be brave and one day you'll be like kapil dev.

ODE TO A DEAD STARFISH: gitanjali raman

o ye with those long protrusions, they were once young and spry,
with their many many little eyes,
but now i see them wilted and dry,
you moved around sticking your fingers downs holes,
never once losing site of yout goals,
the sea animones at the sight of you came,
a more delicious bite the fish could not claim.
the sight of you swimming the deep seas filled me with joy,
but today you're compared to unromantic boys.
dead you lie bottled up in a jar,
stuck on a box or smashed up on the tyres of a car.
i dont know how you got out of the water and on the road,
but the beauty of you by me will be told.
for the joys derived from watching you swim
or mocking you for being dim,
filled my days with sunshine and delight.
o dear starfish my heart goes out to your plight,
i wonder if you even put up a fight?
i suppose not for the danger would not have registered,
always thought you a bit retarded.
now as i stand by the sea, is it you stuck on a box i see?
by jove! do you know what that means?
i always needed a box for sardines!

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