Breakers pound on the sandy shores
Beneath the starlit dome of emptiness.
As the shells lie on the sands by the scores,
The air’s gloomy with a sense.
Breakers dash and scatter in spray,
As the nature falls silent to feel
The murmur of life- to pray
For one chance to heal…..
Breakers reflect life
They swell, puff, rise and fall
Life- to walk the keen edged knife,
Ups and downs-for one and all.
Breakers are torrent,
They strive to thrive-
Rushing in with the current
Ebbing with the tide