Seashore Lad
I am a seashore lad
Of enormous sea shells
And abundant roar.
Thunder mother delivers
Thunderbolt infants of burning eyes.
Swollen huge pits and rivers
Loaf about like the street lunatics.
Hooligan cloud abducts the round goblet sun.
The moon is impatient like a sleepless baby
Inside the cover of rain bearing clouds.
I advised my girl not to follow me.
But she showered her tears on my arms and said
"My tear has the salt of your sea".
- Konalli Rajeev Naik
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