A Walk By a Seashore
Morning of it started at one end of seashore
Since it has been like a walk in sand.
Without a choice , I kept walking there
Sometimes loving the softness of sand , sometomes fearing sea-storms.
Unintentionally kept picking up shells in hand ,has been years since I collected my first.
Some got lost , some stayed witm me to feed pleasure to heart.
Now I am slowly progressing towards its night
End of this shore is in sight now.
Maybe will have to return these shells to it
Thought of leaving them behind has broken my heart , like a butter sliced by knife.
It is ruthless in a very human manner , it is life something what people call it.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
