Poor whale I came they say
The sea hale me, with the rough wave
The crowds hail me
The crowd cried out
“Wave won the battle”
Time not on your side”
I battle to and at the venue

Bar beach venue of survival
Where it ends it started
Venue of my survival
My home and friend all against me
My relative, my closest relative: water
My only home and coat: water
My only source of food, my field
Of survival: wave. Yes, wave
Yet wave brought me to the
Limelight of fame and destruction
We have been companions for long
Companions of the fitess


At the venue more crowd stared widely at me
Poor me strength no more
The struggle so long, too much
Poor me energy sail to wave
Anchor down by the beach floor

Poor me table of luck turn upside down
Poor me, I lie helpless on the shore
I lie weigh down
Weigh down by my weight
Poor me never drown but down
Poor me never down by wave
Down by my only friend
I wail as a whale

The wave held all my crying
I tried my tail but fail
Crowd stare widely at me
They hailed wave, but hailed me on both side. I say
“Poor whale, who is to rescue me,
From the venue; from venue of digestion”
No security, no bodyguard!
Nobody to rescue me as a STAR/VIP of the moment

I lay grounded as a ship anchor by ill luck
Helpless poor me
In the new world alone
Tried by economy of wave
Tossed on the shore
Poor me, who will tow me
Back into the deep


I heard a click, I saw a flash
All over click and flash
It flashed and hit me hard
Camera of stomach
They wait and get
Photograph of my body
Not to be hanged on the wall
Not to be used as a souvenir to a friend

Every flash came with a snap
Snap of my flesh
Piece by peace I ‘m worn out
Camera of iron
Quick and sharp
Slow and sharp
Nobody to tow me in
“Wave why did you bail me out
To the venue of survival?”

Poor me, I came in peace
Notwithstanding with every flash
I am slashed through
Poor me, I came in peace
But with every flash
I go in pieces
Flashes all over me
Red all over

The crowd flowed over me
Camera of iron from dusk to dawn
I melt all over
Reduce to nothing
Camera of iron what have you against me?
“Is anybody there? Just anybody to bail me out of this venue”
Where are the conservationists?
All these flash, snap, hack and cut


Camera of iron
You only reduce me to nothing
Photograph of my body
All taken enlarge, small size, passport sizes
Hang on the wall of hungry stomach
Poor me, I lie in the deep
Crowd’s deep of the deep
Now in the deep of the stomach

Wave of the stomach you show mercy to none
The only extinction I face
If I should come again
Rather choose another venue
To be rescue from wave of survival
Poor me, I will be towed back
Into the deep to face the wave squarely

If I should come again
I will rather choose another venue
Where I will be flashed
With cameras of (pictures of) love
Pictures of my image
And to the Conservationist/Authority
I will say a big hip! Hip!! Hooray
For bailing me in peace
Quickly and slowly with care
Not in pieces rather in one
Piece and in peace

Also I will leave a long lasting
Impression on their mind and not in their stomach
My beautiful pictures will serve as a souvenir
As a whale of a time from an August Visitor.