Sun’s slithering on the sea
Sand-colored crabs peep from their burrows
Fingers aimlessly
Tear away the sandy surface
Softened by waves
Grey herons flying downhill,
Hunting little flounders
Ripples flinch at the tremor
Caused by fishing dhonis,
Taking refuge in the shore
In the presence of
The limitless expanse I sit
Dissolving
Like a tiny drop.
Read it in the Indian Periodical.
1 comment:
Such a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.
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