The Sea - Poem by Green Peace
The foaming heads of the great waves-
The sea marching ahead unexhausted
A clean beach
Million pilgrims bathing, taking holy dips in them
Motley garbs, sentiments, sects religions
All become one--
A great approaching wave exhausts all courage----
Armed to the teeth yet zero at the bone
And the despair, broken fragments of shells.
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