Inner Realisation

Chongtham Ronikumar

I cannot search for malice  
when waves interrupt  
my sympathetic compassion.  
I move on hands and knees  
along the sea-shore line,  
seeking the hidden meaning  
in salt and shifting tide.  
An invisible hand  
casts me outward,
as if centrifugal law  
has become a voice.  

It drains my inner sap  
Until the final drop of strength,  
leaving silence,
of thought and breath,
In the hollow body of mine.

And although I do stand accused  
against the will of nature,
I refuse the ending written in fear.  
I choose instead,
the persistence of beings,  
for a life that continues  
beyond collapse and doubt,
not foolishly!