The crimson orb rises Excruciatingly. The sea-sky Wears bright vermillion Waves rise and then break Against middle-aged torsos Of salvation-seeking sea-bathers. Nala's stones float effortlessly On the willing sea
(If skeptics doubt it, we have empirical proof here ,sir)
Sri Rama stood at this very spot And threatened the unyielding sea With a twang of his bow Here he watched the sun rise (Unless dark clouds rose from the east And devoured the orange sun) Yonder lay Sri Lanka, the evil Abode of the ten-headed Ravana.
At the Gujarat lodge you get Tasteful food for twenty five rupees The conches are cheap and come With your name written on them. Such pretty brittle conches. The fish in Sri Rama's kund Do not eat worms and plankton These divine fish eat Flaked rice offered by devotees.
The temple corridors Exquisitely embellished Stretch endlessly into time Stone-maidens carry sooty Oil-lamps with flickering flames Hanuman's linga arrived late Sita 's own improvised linga Had to be installed in order Not to miss the muhurtam.
A monster cyclone blew off The Dhanushkodi railway station The killer-cyclone took all- Train ,station and people. Fishermen went missing In the choppy seas A lone train now chugged On the Pamban bridge.
Ancient Rameshwaram sea Abode of our ancestors Timeless Rameshwaram sea On the other shore of time stood Maryada Purushottama Sri Rama