Your Shore Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It reaches to your shore
To admire and adore
You stand alone
Wait all alone to watch for the days gone

I see you from far off to shore
Raise my level to touch your face therefore
You still shy away and run towards forest
I try and double my efforts to catch you at the best

For the whole day I am burnt with sunrays
It doesn't give me any clue or way
You are not far but not too close either
I strike the shore with force but often wonder

I shall raise the waves again and dare
To take you with me some where
Where no one may be able to reach
You and me only to look at each

You failed to absorb my depth
It was deep, kind and smooth
There was no need to get fear
As you belonged to me and were very dear

I remain calm whole day
With reddish appearance in sky
I look at it and loose calmness
Just to double the efforts to look at the face

You mesmerized me this before and escaped
Waves have fallen back and capped
I have to rush again and wash the shore
With hope to wash your leg's dirt some more