Dawns Lure of Malvan Beach
Blue carpet waves,
White foam gyrates.
Cool breeze blowing,
Beaming sun growing.
Low flying crows,
Fishing nets throws,
Slumbering dog packs,
Dry nets on wooden racks.
Lone fisherman rows,
Sea gulls numbers grows,
Around water dripping nets,
Pelagic fish they ferret.
Silver silky waves,
Low flying eagles braves,
Sand shacks longboats,
Orange buoys afloat.
Sun rays warm up,
Need black coffee cup
It is 8 am this morn,
Can I be here at morrow’s dawn?
The allure of a lure is alluring Poetry Contest
Copyright © Sashi Prabhu | Year Posted 2012
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