A pious, mankind’s god,
Opted for his abode,
A secluded place
Amid untrodden ways
The white surf crown,
Behoves the emerald green ocean,
With the silver- sand beach,
Where he used to preach.
On that lone shore he left behind,
His foot prints on the strand,
Even the rising tide would not beat,
But pay homage to them and retreat!
Copyright © Dr.Hemant Vinze | Year Posted 2005