High tide imposed
It’s unwelcome presence
Harmony was thrown into disarray,
Beach was bleeding
Pain and scar left it’s mark all over
Uprooted the trees of smile
Tenements of hope
Wrote uncountable broken stories
Dead wishes hard to cope.
Snails and boats did lie motionless
Unclaimed foot wears’ mourning
Footprints that never stop following
Were nonexistent
Lovers’ wishes engraved on wet sand
Washed away
Dumped garlands cast their curse
Uselessness may prevail at anytime
Visible wounds scare
Affliction of plastic pollution
Invisible despair.
Vendors push fake pearls
To grieving visitors
Tricking is an art,
As all pursue their prey
Sea-crabs flounder
Crows cawing spearing them
A feast on a hard day.
Broken shells are happy souls
Children’s treasure-hunt they are
Hop in and out water
A chuckle in their eye
As if crossed the deep see
And step on a land of desire.
Traces of sand crafts, a beholder’s joy
Wink here and there
The artist’s passion drained away
Still ready to celebrate
One more mood today
Creation meets no end
It ventures in a new start always
Wind is kind to replay
Whistling of casuarina
Song of sea gulls
Silent sound of laughter
Whisper of love-lost souls
Symphony of gentle waves,
Life being a sport
Moves on curves and bends.
© ® Rashmi Mohapatra
Rashmi's Poetry Journal 