1. Initiation
Mighty waves traverse across
The realm of time and space
They Leave behind some faint imprints
While horizon slowly shrinks.
2. Observance
The boatman gives a vicious call
And the nets are put in place
If tides take a winsome turn
He would fill up his plates.
3. Discovery
The sunset lass builds sand castles
While sea breeze soothes her tender skin
Enchanted by her gentle smile
I write about my April muse.
Prashant Shaurya ©
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC
1. Initiation
Mighty waves traverse across
The realm of time and space
They Leave behind some faint imprints
While horizon slowly shrinks.
2. Observance
The boatman gives a vicious call
And the nets are put in place
If tides take a winsome turn
He would fill up his plates.
3. Discovery
The sunset lass builds sand castles
While sea breeze soothes her tender skin
Enchanted by her gentle smile
I write about my April muse.
Prashant Shaurya ©
All rights reserved.
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