An Evening by a Busy Sea-shore
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A mist of dust, scattered thoughts,
A crowd of lightened boats,
An uncanny falls out for the nature's sake.
Half-born dreams float,
Over the sea, above the wind,
Crowded sea must not see,
The sadness that the gladness coats.
Remnants of a lazy day remain,
Trails of chewed tobacco,
Bits of smoke in the pungent air,
A rustic evening goes in vain.
Silence dies in the choir of dins,
Clouded laugh and rumpus,
Time gets paused, they enjoy,
Seems they are kith and keen.
Movements make marks,
On the sand, to and fro;
Dusty, filthy footsteps trample,
Like impulsive, clumsy larks.
Evening emerges by the silent sea,
Sun gets reddened behind the clouds,
Twilight ensues, followed by the night,
Illuminated, it must be.
Mystic feelings, mixed with cries,
A joyful day ends, with raps
Of goodnight wishes, and,
Hopeless, dubious sighs.
You have captured the feeling of a seashore at sundown, a lazy day coming to an end. You have set a beautiful scene here, along with the reddening setting sun.
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DeleteHalf-born dreams float,
ReplyDeleteOver the sea, above the wind,
Crowded sea must not see,
The sadness that the gladness coats.
...really like that!
Yeah, coz I've experienced it myself. Thank you so much that you stopped by & commented. Keep reading & follow me if possible.:D
DeleteI enjoyed this very much.
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DeleteA very relaxing and enjoyable poem. Nice to read at the end of a busy day:)
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Thanx Eileen for this lovely comment. Keep inspiring me with your comments. Keep in touch.
DeleteAwesome!
ReplyDeleteSea shores have always drawn my attention ,you indeed have been successful in keeping the feelings intact , lovely words ...
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