Sun has risen,waves march with load
surface roll-on frothy,pearly they float!
Not one ,not two, countless in crowd
Following each other, roaring out aloud!
I asked one day”why are you so proud?
why not swim slow,why don’t you trot?”
Are you not a braced on dull ventral vast
And hooked to hearth on its dorsal fast!?”
Calm you are below, but rowdy Laurel cast,
Holding rainbows in clinching oysters
Unfolding loveful, creamy mother pearls!
Here, there you leave unseen mantle spread
Dumb shankha, snails tortoise,many unsaid,
To return account, enwrapped cobbed inward!”
The waves whispered among themselves ,soft
“It’s a play to rise, then glide to touch shore oft!
It’s our journey, to go on till everything’s fay,
Not years, birth- death are, eternal Nature’s sway!