“The giant and grey,
Who is here to slay,”
The dolphins say.
Giggles the sea,
Knocking at the knee,
“Me, your majesty.”
“It’s me, you liar.
Ask those who admire,”
Winks the sharp Orca.
“The one who stabs at the back
Is sweeter to one, solicit to none,”
The water body makes fun.
“In my harmony, I make peace,
While you are everywhere to scream,”
The dolphin gently leans.
“The noise that I hold
Of mumbling and grunting souls—
Isn’t that enough to make me bold?”
“Let’s settle this roar.
You made me alive and held my hoar,”
Blunts the lively, “I owe you this shore.”
“Surf the Silver Serpent;
Let’s make a magnificent throw.
You allure me, I make you grow.”
Ayesha Rafique
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