Sea Shells Poem by Dr Shamim Ali

Walking on the shores of the sea,
Where the waves crash and the sand is free,
The salty breeze caresses my face,
As I search for treasures in this magical place.

With each step I take, I find a new shell,
Some are big and some are small,
Each one a unique piece of art,
Crafted by the ocean with love and heart.

As I bend down to pick up a shell,
I am lost in its intricate design,
A reminder that even the smallest things,
Can hold beauty and wonder, one of a kind.

I collect them all, in a little pile,
Each one telling its own story, with a smile,
A treasure trove of memories to keep,
From the shores of the sea, where the shells sleep.

The sound of the waves is a lullaby,
As I sit and watch the world go by,
I am at peace, in this moment in time,
Collecting sea shells, my heart sublime