Low
Tide
or High Tide
After a day’s
toil
and sweat
Family thrills for a
sea resort:
Imprints of footsteps of tender
Kids, the
drawing mode of hands,
Supple on the
sands , life’s jigsaw puzzle,
Tall flats -
benefactor to the
residents
For the free,
cool breeze through the
frilled windows:
a sanguine therapy.
We all enjoy
the Blue, gyrating
waves,
Whether Low
or High Tide,
sing along
And sway
with the swaying moods.
Seas don’t sleep .
Pebbles, seagulls and stork
- a
Delectable feast - pabulum for
the yearning spirit.
Memories and
dreams and forgotten
Tales catch us
up –timely rejoinder.
Lonely harbour
and frightful
shore
In the
dead of night, dreadful
monsters
A retribution .
We all return
with the questioning
Strange
silence – isn’t it one
of the
Wonders of
the Creation?
