The Tide
The waves gushed in,
with the evening wind,
and the dim moon.
Walking on the wet sand,
I was searching meanings.
Far from the crowd,
a shelter, calm and humble,
fragments of a colorful life.
The sudden gusts,
And everything mingled in silence.
What stays are proofs,
of my youth.
The waves dashed in,
and silence prevailed.
Copyright © Bidhu Patnaik | Year Posted 2013
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