This long
placid stretch
of sand
on the beach.
In this deep night
with a
glowing moon
in sight.
The sound
of the crashing waves
touch
my feet.
Again
then again;
imploring
that i,
accept them,
embrace
and sink
in them.
And wave off
this earth;
but i keep
strolling on,
gasping
at the moon,
just looking at it,
on and on.
Moon does
not fall
into my lap
howsoever hard,
I wish,
crave
or
aspire.
As i do not
for the waves,
that
with renewed,
vigor,
passion
and fury
cry and crash,
at my feet
on and on,
but unfazed i stroll
....on and on!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Chhavi. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks