The Surf Rider Poem by RAJ NANDY

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
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
valiant start!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
20 Nov 08