On the beach
I remember the deserted beach
Still. so fresh so. green in my memory,
Going. along the left or the right,
Meeting sometimes the golden angel faces
Or some octogenarian couple walking. slothfully
Hand in hand reminiscing their past old days
Spending their leisure with lot of peace
As if nobody wants to depart the place
Neither do I.
What heavenly bliss, the ups and downs of the tides
The cold breeze softly touches the red scurf
Engulfing the celestial beauty of nature
That freshens me up removing all the hurt
Everlasting enigma remains in
As the tides flow incessantly.
I still remember the deserted beach
So fresh so green in my memory.
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