On the secret seashore
white like a pigeon
we thirsted at noon;
but the water was brackish.
On the golden sand
we wrote her name;
but the sea-breeze blew
and the writing vanished.
With what spirit, what heart,
what desire and passion
we lived our life: a mistake!
So we changed our life.
A poignant rendition well conceived and nicely brought forth with conviction. An insightful piece of poetry.
On the golden sand we wrote her name; Loved the beautifully crafted poem with nice imageries. 10++++ Subhas
Beautiful and deep ink. A poem to read again and again. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.10+++
On the secret seashore white like a pigeon, ..... well penned
a poem of realisation that of living a lie?