THE BEACH
The breeze from the sea
Has stopped oozing,
The foamy tides get raised to
Touch the sky.
Their roaring appears to
not have been heard;
Yet, foot prints of my lonely soul
Gets dissipated by steps
Under the sandy crystals on the beach.
Standing on the shore
I gaze the setting sun in the west
Near to the horizon
With a unbreakably silent fortitude
Ruling me all over.
I wish my soul to re-appear
From the deep girth of the ocean
And float towards
The sacred omnipotent hope
Looking forward to
A saturated mirth of salvation
Beneath the sky
so stretched.
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