Shore Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

" I've come to your city...
let's... meet once! "
The poet was softly
reciting his poem!
"Hey, you still long for her? "
I asked.
He was looking at the
murmuring evening tides.
"You're sixty five and still-"
"Hmm..."
I thought I must not ask
him anything about his story
which I alreadyknew!
"Don't youthink It's
so wonderful to count tides"
He said. I just smiled.
"Don't think this really happened..."
I looked in his eyes and said
"through your poem you're
still searching her. Isn't It? "
" seventy! ! " he shouted.
"Seventy tides "
"We often come to this shore.."
"..And count tides"? " I asked
He pointed the finger and said
" - Therewe wrote the message
on thesand..."
The dark enveloped the shore.
Only the soft murmur of
evening tides was there...