A day at the beach

A day at the beach
It was a very special hot day of summer,
You chose an evening of reprieve
from your monotonous office routine,
the cool breeze and you see the
fishermen’s tents , lives in their nets,
yet, it was not merely sitting by the beach ,
your papers filled with poetic freedom,
not only a day eating the ground nuts hot
while those urchins crying to eke out
a hard precarious living, trying to pop in
those hard earned coins , into their torn
trousers, you simply pity their helpless
predicament, generous to donate a five rupee
note, while the man nearby bargains for
fifty paisa, it is his will and wish,
you can’t impose upon him,
walk along those countless sands,
you see your embedded foot prints,
yonder, some birds take off by the
shore, some with dappled wings
paddle in the waters,
while the rocky , majestic waves,
as if imposing some harsh, ghastly
rhythm of life, create a fear
in you and me,
what are we before the oceanic
rigor and turbulence?
A helpless fetid flesh,
If swallowed by rigour of anger.