My visit to St. Simon's island
Below is the poem entitled Away from Turmoil to Coil which was written by poet
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Hear on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping and tossing of the sand pebbles,
Creating the sounds of swishing, and swashing
hissing, rustling sounds of the wind circles.
People running, strolling, sunning in rows
The sun is about to set on the mounds
With a promise to rise anew tomorrow,
Like the human ambitions quite profound
Look crabs scurry to hide under sandstones
Scooping pelicans with mouthful of fish,
Water receding leaving sand-beds zones
Sounds receding to its minimum relish.
Come let us get away from the turmoil,
Isn’t time for us to be in peace to coil?
Date : 17-9-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Sonnet of Iambic Pentameter
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