As the shadows began lengthening I slowly walked to the sea shore Through the cobbled path With stinging stones under my feet And piles of golden clouds floating above Enjoying the whistling of the wind through the reeds Inhaling the saline air, smelling of rotting seaweeds
On the vast strand, I stood for long Feeling the foamy fringes of water lapping at my feet And sensing the sand slipping away under my feet I watched the gentle undulating billows Rolling their silver volumes As if to die away on the happy shores
The sapphire waters and the roaring waves The churning tides and the feathery foam Made me wonder at the horror and beauty That ****** dichotomy Nature carries within
I saw numerous fishes gambol beneath the waves Do the finny herds that roam The fathomless valleys of the Deep Ever experience the tumult and scuffle Of the roaring waters? Oh! Never!
Like them, I too floated weightless With all the barbed distractions drifting away Wishing to get a pair of wings of the swallow flying high To soar safely away from all gadflies who disturb And cocooned in the inner citadel of my privacy Enjoying a permeating peace, I had seldom known!
Then Byron’s words came floating to me Mingling with the cadence of the waves ‘There is rapture in the lonely shores There is society where none intrudes’