The swimming pool is empty
dry and still the bluish waters
pause for the ripples to dance
when the mermaids sway their tails.
Where have they gone, the nymphs
where are the feasting couples
licensed to cavort and mate
in the rafts of
serenading strings:
the auctioneers bids will measure
breasts and buttocks when night rages
with Sheikh dollars smelling of petrol.
The pool turns purple and blue
entwining bodies flap and swim
the zooming cameras flash and flick
the pool witnesses the orgy
and turns still again in deathlike gloom.
I’ll watch the scene to report
still like the lethargic pool
and pen the lyrics in dark ink.
Sabita Sahu
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