The roaring waves are bulging with -
The gusty southern wind.
The larks are flying, scattered around
Over the naughty wild waves,
Sitting alone on the golden bay
I enjoy those waves ‘ wild play.
They all are rushing with a crescendo and scream.
As if a gigantic snake is chasing very fast -
With thousands of expanded hoods, so monstrous.
The moment they reach the bank -
They dash the shore and burst there.
And there after they are calm
Kissing the bank - no wave no shout.
The golden sun is setting down
on the other side of the sea.
The evening engulfs all-
Turning the white waves to bleak.
I also do find myself to be shadowed under dark
The mind also plunges into melancholy and grief.
But the wild waves are roaring aloud
No matter whether a day or night.
They are flowing round the clock-
Untiringly with deafening roar.
The only entity on this earth-
Challenging the verdict of time,
They never cease or exhaust -
Go on roaring and pounding with thud.
Hey - the wild waves, I bow down to you
For the uncompromising continuity shown by you.
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Amitava (17.01.2014)
Reading this poem, I get the feel of watching wild breakers bursting on the sea strand. The comparison of the tidal wave to that of a venomous snake with a thousand expanded hoods is something unique! Altogether, a beautiful write! This deserves a 10 I invite you to read two of my poems on the same theme.. On the Beach....2. The Unrolling Expanse!
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Beautiful imagery, Amitava. Have always loved the ocean, you can count on it's uncompromising continuity throughout life. It never gets tired only continues it's crashing on shore with incessant regularity. It matches the rhythm of melancholic grief. Superb poem, love it, Amitava. RoseAnn