The Giant

Never trust an old friend
said my old man strolling these cordial shores of golden palms
my tender feet followed him
adoring the vacillating colors of sky kissing the boisterous sea
this is where thunderous peace is.

Sea is a work place
an unfathomable treasure trove our boats feed on
the village is its child
raised in the cradle of sands, rocked by the southern winds

The sea was also an old friend
a vengeful friend is worse than a furious foe
my old man would say
you won’t see him come and go

Carols are ringing at the crack of dawn
festive embellishments are swaying in cold winter breeze
seabirds are vying for the virgin sky in haste
and the sea leapt with outstretched extremities
devouring its own child.
On that day, the friend became an enemy
the giant called tsunami
took away with him everything the sea has given me.