I am alone while at the sea shore
I sense the waves murmur in finest chore
Around the waving boughs nearby
I hear the same music murmuring soft and fly
Like a Seagull's first love inside the deep
My voices now surrender in profound sleep
I feel the Ocean is about to turn
My heart raptures; my world now taciturn
I take an Oyster and kiss her a sweet
The pearl whispers, 'I am coming to meet'
I see the Crabs crawling on virgin sands
Like a Painter’s brush in amber fades
Here I hear the soliloquy of my Master
I feel a passion to dissolve inside this water!
14.04.2010 Shamik Bose Calcutta
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