Swelling Shores Poem by laya krishna

spewing froth, foaming n beckoning, they swipe our feet of anxiety;
before they lay us to defeat. can we trust the other nook of this serenity?

to the wake of gleams or the sigh of dusk, while our feet are lured to
take their last gentle touch,

while one longs to play in the dwindling tide a woo, disaster raises
its ugly face from the womb of the deep blues.

some find refuge, escape a nightmare; those deprived of aid n solace
soak n grope, grope in the pain of being abandoned at their own place.

there hides a pain that pricks 'no one to be blamed, yet you weren't saved'.

wake up in the wee hours to realise your world collapse,
to the lashing jerks of the waters that broke aghast.

yet no one to take the brunt, none to save you from this lethal stunt.

so many dreams n hopes all shattered, tears strike their deepest shores,
deafering to the abandoned, continued its cruel course.

saved are the remains, decay of those who died,
prone to the mishap's call n all help denied.

could we trust these waves for a steady sail n glide?
could we expect them to obey the fence man has defined?

its a foolish attempt of man to compel nature to obedience....
to its counterfeited submissiveness, add reliance,
better it is to stay courageous n face its defiance.

- Laya