Prayer
That was the Wish.
That was the desire to shape.
That was the prayer to Almighty.
Waves continue to hug the shore.
Each time it comes near the earth,
The shore spreads its hands, accepts each wave
Like, a mother holds a child,
each time she comes to her
for seeking warmth and love.
At high tides the waves with full youth and vigor
races to shore to embrace with full energies.
The shore reciprocates the passion.
They meet.
And wait for next love.
The united souls remain in peace.
The prayer of shore to God
that waves to love her only.
From time immemorial,
the blessings fulfilled.
So long seas remain,
none can disunite loving souls.
Copyright © Pratap Roy | Year Posted 2019
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