Sunday, July 03, 2016

157. The shore


Waves come rushing,
Hit the shore hard,
Take some sand away,
But the shore is too strong
To be bothered by waves,
To be uprooted from its place.

Waves come and go,
But cannot leave the sea,
Cannot transcend the limits,
Set for them by the shore.

The mighty sea roars,
It puffs and pants
And then it goes quiet.

2 comments:

How do we know said...

wow! This is beautiful!!

Sai Charan said...

Well written Onkarji!