assignment no 5

POEM
Island man[ for a carribean island man in london who still wakes up the sound of the of the sea.]
BY Grace Nichols
Morning
and island man wakes up
to the sound of the blue surf
in his head
the steadt breaking and wombing
wild sea birds
and fisherman pushing out to sea
the sun surfacing defiantly
from the east
of his small emerald island

He always comes back
groggily groggily
comes back to sands
of a grey metallic soar
to a surge of wheels
to dull north circular roar
muffling muffling
his crumpled pillow waves
island man heaves himself away
another london day

 I would like to wake up from a place called pokhara in nepal.cause we don't have a beach in our country and talking about pokhara its a very beautiful and a peace town. it has lots of natural beauty in itself. the freshness in the morning makes us feel good.This city offers a combination of nature and culture. it is quite a modern city. there are also many beautiful sites like sarankot,world peace stupa,phewa lake and many more. most interesting is the old centre in the north of the city where many old shops and warehouses in the newari style still can be found.Although more seldom ,mule cravans still arrive there from mustang.