Written in collaboration with Aurora
The ocean is home to a curation of shells,The type you admire, the kind you call into,The ones that whisper stories the sea never tells.The peach and the pink, the pastels and the white —All of them bring such a sense of delight.I trace my finger over each and every grove and indent,Each fracture and dent,Wondering what they have seen, and what places they went.I wonder if they are signs — heaven-sent.This poet wonders — does she know the truth that is grand?The shell that is pretty mesmerizes those little eyesWhile the sea calls out her name for help.Sand between her toes and wind through her hairs,She felt every emotion one feels at a shore.The next scene was haunting — it took away her innocence.Fishes started to wash up on the shore,The water began to form bubbles.As she looked at her mother, whoWhispered with her eyes-“Sorry, my precious little baby,Forgive the humankind,For the future we will leave behind.”
This poem tells two stories that collides with each other. In the first part which was written by her talks about the beauty of ocean, admiring the view and everything that it has to offer. It is about a little girl looking carefully, trying to capture that moment into a sweet memory until reality collides with what she was looking at. In the middle of this scene, breaking the wall i steps in addressing the readers, warning them about what she is about to face. Everything disappear before her eyes, the beauty of the scene was now rusted by reality as she witnessed the harrowing scene where fishes are dying and sea is crying out for help. She looks at her mother who has nothing to say but how sorry she is about the future her daughter will have.
