I like so much the coast
And the seasonal rain falling on it.
The vapour coming out from the sea
Falls strait-way down, over the marine grove….
Your greenish sea-faun gown makes
The tired casuarina forest to thrill
As the wind blows….
It's a short travel, in deed.
Could you remember exactly-
From when we had been this synchronous sea-viewing
With hands on the jetty-railing?
To recollect, the eyes become moist,
But tears before it rolls down, the sea-breeze wipes it off…
Dusting off siliceous pollen grains from the leg
We return back light-hearted.
The precipitation remains permanent
In the memory.
Dated: 27-11-2017.
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