The conch shell

The creature
that has been wounded
now lies dead
somewhere trapped
in the labyrinths
of an unnamed world.
The shell
that housed it
litters the sand
where our footsteps fall.
Within my palms
I savour its smoothness
my fingers
caress its’ emptiness
From its cave
I hear it bellow
a funeral dirge
as I raise it to my lips
to bid farewell .:

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About Dr.Mary Annie A.V.

Dr.Mary Annie A.V. hails from Trivandrum, India and writes under the pen name 'anna maria' . She hails from a family of writers . She holds a high official post in the University of Kerala,Trivandrum,India. She resides in India with her husband and three children. Her poems have been published in various e-magazines , print anthologies in India and abroad. She has two collections to her credit, titled "My Beads Unstrung" and 'More Beads Unstrung'. Her definition of a poem is : Virgin white paper raped. Rapt. Writing is her passion :)

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