On Ocean’s Floor

A Poem for Holy Saturday

A Pathya Vat

Waves of despair

Crash our tired shore

The tides of war 

Have drowned our king. 

With him our hopes

Of which we’d sing 

Death’s mighty sting

Keeps far at bay. 

Our king is dead. 

Since yesterday

His body lay

On ocean’s floor. 

We’ll never hear 

Him knock our door

Or bless the poor

Again. Unless…

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