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The play of colours in the ocean waters
Azure turquoise beige a prussian blue
It easily outwits a heavenly rainbow hue
The Ross island and the Cellular jail stand testimony to the horrors and grandeur of
the British times
Each one has a story to relate
Etched clearly on their slates
Two faces of man they expose
A paradox carved and froze
Sociologists intrigued by the tribals in here (Jarawas and Ongies) travel distances to
study their habits and habitats
There is pleasure in the pathless woods
Rapture on the lonely shore
A society where none should intrude
They are happy in their lore
The Barren island has violated its very character
It spews and spits golden flames
Don’t you barren claim
Its alive o’ very much so
As it shudders and heaves so
The islands ‘Rock’ now and then since the big Rock and Roll (Tsunami)
It sends a shudder up the spine
Stories, horror lament unfolds
The mighty terror left a hold
Life anew beats along
The indomitable spirit sings a song
Devoid of malls, skyscrapers and other artifice
Great things are done for the soul
When man and nature meets (God’s art gallery).
Which is not possible when jostling in the streets
I like a wee child, lost in this wonderland
Where there is a sermon in every stone
Voice of angels in the twittering of birds
A song in the rippling water wave
A universal symphony indeed
Life exempt from public haunt
The ultimate succour for my soul
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- Jugneeta Sudan (A&N)