THE ICEBERG

Water lashing onto the iceberg's edge -
humongous chunk dangling like a ledge.

Though made of water but floating on it -

with centuries of drift with having no feet.

Every wave desires for the sandy shore -

falling on the beach, yet wanting more.

It's getting warmer as the millenias pass-

'today' is different from what 'yesterday' was.

A small tip, that's what the world sees -

though a fragment, it's never on its knees.

Majesticism of a tree is not in its fruits,

but that which is hidden deep - the roots.

If it's chunks are broken with nature's blow -

it's again ready to rise, a push from below.

You can't cut off the head as there's none -

not everything ends at the point of a gun.

Not all things in nature can ever mingle -

some will stay alongside and are single.

Prasenjit©2023

LIKE AN ICEBERG THE STATE OF ISRAEL CAN NEVER CEASE TO EXIST. AS AN ICEBERG FLOATS UP WHEN IT SPLITS A CHUNK, SO WILL ISRAEL SURVIVE THE VERY FORCES WHICH ONCE CREATED IT.