veeraiyah subbulakshmi

The High Tide And The Low Tide. - Poem by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

The roaring bay gets silenced not once,
The cloudless evening sheds the tears thence,
The strong banyan tree envies upon the fragile rose,
For it has had no needle to sew the separating space,
Hundreds of holiday revelers on the shore,
No one care to turn to look at the heart breaks,
Emerging crabs from the hiding holes,
Open their scissors to cut and throw it,
The suddenly contaminated trust of love,
Thousands of them have the smiling face,
Try to enjoy every moment in a minute,
As the hot beach sand get wet after sun set,
The shadows of happiness reflect its own face,
When the quiet bay starts to send the waves,
To repossess the lost land during the turn of tides,
The contented bowl is full within a few hours,
The thirsty ocean will gulp the salt water later.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 2, 2013

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