Marooned Island Amidst An Ocean Of Rabbles

Times are fast flowing
Taking away that
Precious bit of prudence
We held so close to sooth
A strung up nerve 
From letting loose.

Today, imagine
Getting caught 
At the cross wire of a 
Boy of ten frail years
Asking for DNA proof
To quell a nagging bug
He sure is not an adopted menace
Unwillingly brought in like 
A stray cat on a rainy day

Time, for sure
Is changing fast
Ebbing away that
Faint scent of milk
Off a dried out bust.
Islands drift, 
Crying inside 
A dying strain of a
Lullaby somewhere..

Arun M Sivakrishna