The Sea And Foams Poem by jewel mazhar

1.

The waves of the abstract night
come relentless in foamy form.


After the war is over
the heavy warship inclines to one side
and lays at rest in silence.


The ship's sun-illuminated photographs
I take and store.



2.

Close to the harbour
Inside those tattered tents
the come-ons and beckonings
of the harlot resound.


From the indolence of the night
the blue-breasted domes emerge.


On the waves I carry them all
And deliver them all everywhere.