The Shore And The Fickle Waves.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I am the shore,
Where the waves hit,
Sometimes in slow motion,
To ease my uneasy feelings,
Sometimes it smooches,
To carry off my stance,
To roam around the blooms,
To look for the petals,
Sometimes it is very violent,
Demolishes all my sand castles,
It comes, goes and returns,
I am the shore, not in vigilance,
I can’t move anywhere,
As this is my only abode,
I let myself to be played,
The waves are happy,
As they have the mood,
That are dissimilar and,
Mostly hostile…