Strolling On The Beach Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Strolling on the beach
I watch the tides receding
To a distance of a kilometer
Or more and with it revealing

The shells and cowries
I like so much to collect
As I walk into the dry land
Jumping slow on a stony track

Far away, a sheet of
Blue water spreads out
Miles and miles without a
Ripple, sans a menacing shout

I walk near to the edge
To feel its ego and touch
Its serenity before a tide rises
And I won't have time much

To move out from its
Domain that it does claim
It rushes to the beach as a
Monster that is difficult to tame