IN THE DEEP SEA OF SLUMBER

POEM

Look, the child is sunk

in the sea of deep slumber

face down the sea-shore.

Clad in his glittering,

exquisite red shirt

and tight blue jeans

and black shoes

he might have reached the sea-shore

without informing his elders.

See, he is always fond of 

the vast expanse of the blue sea 

which must have prompted

him to run away to the sea shore from home.

No one knows when he

reached the sea-shore.

One thing is certain

it was hours ago.

Wandering down the sea-shore

for a long time

under the blazing sun

he might have got tired and exhausted.

That might have led

him to fall asleep on the sea-shore

face down on the sand.

‘Aylaan, Aylaan, Aylaan’ -

somebody, perhaps his father or

some other elders from home

was heard calling him in a frightened voice

which was approaching nearer and nearer

from a long distance.

Naughty Aylaan might have

played prank on his elders.

In the meanwhile 

a glum-faced, shocked  

soldier came near him

and saw his  lifeless body.

No gentleman, he hasn’t bid farewell to the world.

He’s sunk in deep, deep, deep sea of slumber.

Sure,  after sleep he will

wake up with a smile in his lips

‘See, I was playing

pranks on all’ – it would be his response to all.