The Wild Waves Poem by Amitava Sur

The roaring waves are bulging with -
The gusty southern wind.
The larks are flying, scattered around
Over the naughty wild waves,
Sitting alone on the golden bay
I enjoy those waves ‘ wild play.
They all are rushing with a crescendo and scream.

As if a gigantic snake is chasing very fast -
With thousands of expanded hoods, so monstrous.
The moment they reach the bank -
They dash the shore and burst there.
And there after they are calm
Kissing the bank - no wave no shout.

The golden sun is setting down
on the other side of the sea.
The evening engulfs all-
Turning the white waves to bleak.
I also do find myself to be shadowed under dark
The mind also plunges into melancholy and grief.

But the wild waves are roaring aloud
No matter whether a day or night.
They are flowing round the clock-
Untiringly with deafening roar.

The only entity on this earth-
Challenging the verdict of time,
They never cease or exhaust -
Go on roaring and pounding with thud.

Hey - the wild waves, I bow down to you
For the uncompromising continuity shown by you.


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Amitava (17.01.2014)