A short and an earlier popular poem of mine. Hope you like it! Thanks, - Raj, New Delhi.
THE SURF-RIDER ! See him riding gallantly the crest of waves, With dexterity and poise and flowing grace! He rises to descend, to rise once more, As the waves keep rolling towards the shore! Like those surfs the Rider continues his mellifluous dance , Be it in England, in Spain or in France; Riding high on waves as if in a trance! The wind churns up the waves as it rises and swells, As the Rider manoeuvers his wake-board riding those crests before it breaks ! Like a gymnast he executes strong cutbacks - to reverse his turn, His spirit dominate as the waves rise and churn! He did take his time to perfect his art , Having loved the sea and the surf from the very start! He learnt to live in moments just like those dancing waves, Floating on their crests as his blood within raves! Those surfs like musical notes rise up and fall, Where some surfs are short and others tall ! Like a philharmonic conductor par-excellence, He commands those waves with his skilful presence! Friends, riding on Time’s moments is no mean art, But like the Surf-rider one must make a gallant start ! -Raj Nandy, New Delhi
Having read about surf riders and having seen them in action, I was inspired to compose this short poem for you. For reading thank you! -Raj