The Creature and the Olive Ridley Turtle
The wind in wilderness,
Kisses your lips,
The desolate shores,
Makes you weep.
O dear Oliver,
What made you beach,
Amidst the long evening shadows,
In this strange streak?
The curious little creature,
Near at hand,
Approaches you with caution,
With a little, yellow band.
He places it with love,
Over your flipper gash,
And returns to his father,
In a sporty dash.
He waits at a safe distance
As he expects you to walk,
But menacing larger creatures,
Attack with tooth from sharks.
Strange are the ways of nature,
That this creature runs in its vein,
Willingly it kills you for pleasure,
After tending your pain.
Copyright © Pradipta Roy Choudhury | Year Posted 2017
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