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**In this short poem I pay my tribute to all those gallant surf riders out there on the sea !

         THE SURF RIDER !

See him riding gallantly the crest of
waves, 
With dexterity and poise and flowing
grace! 
With his wakeboard he rises to fall, - 
to rise once more! 
As the waves keep rolling towards the 
shore.
Like those surfs the rider continues his
undulating dance, 
Be it in England, in Spain or in France !
Riding high on waves as if in a trance! 
He did take time to perfect his art, 
Having loved the sea and the surf from the 
start! 
He lives in moments just like those waves, 
Floating on their crests as the blood within
raves !
Those surf make music as they rise and
fall, 
Where some surfs are short and others tall! 
Like a philharmonic conductor par excellence, 
He commands those waves with his skilful 
presence! 
Riding on Time’s moments is no mean art, 
But like our surf rider one must make a
gallant start! 
                                         -Raj Nandy
                                          New Delhi
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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