The Beach Poem by Santosh Misra

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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