This poem is about an Olive Ridley turtle that has reached the shore to lay eggs. I have been watching a team of people who clean the shores riddled with plastic. They have been doing it for 80+ weeks in succession.

After almost 40 years, 9 turtle nests have been found on the shores.

Olive Ridleys come back to the same shore they were born and lay their eggs...it takes them 29 years to mature, they travel thousands of miles -- but remember where they were born...

This poem is a dedication to the work of Clean Kundapura project...

Br

Sunil 

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