Gush! Roared the waves,
twilight had colored the waters;
sparks from a glowing coal
flashed in air like a firefly.
Bare feet digging in the soft sand,
holding a fried corn in my hand;
saw a little girl dancing to the beats
of a crude drum, to earn a morsel or two.
The setting sun was changing its hue
from molten iron to pinkish orange.
How many relationships were made or marred,
Can only be guessed by the nature's own bard
Vastness of the ocean, rhythm in its waves,
A distant horizon where sky kissed the land;
an orange ball to lit this sight.
I kneeled and sprinkled water on my head.
2 comments:
I loved this one ! Thiru, you seem to have blossomed now finally :)
Thank u sir !!!
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