Monday, 31 March 2014
Monday, 3 March 2014
Lonely unto me
Lonely unto me
-Remesh B S, Fort-Cochin
I was feeling lonely -2-
As I never was All was calling
My wheels rolled-on But, I was moving-
To the sober shore Moving into me
Full of wreck- Into my loneliness
of the past thunder storms. And me.
The air was not so damp
For the glowing Sun
The salty soft breeze
The soothing blue Sea
Felt warm and shining.
The bordering silver shores
On either side
The lightening streaks
Of the curling surf
The flashing sea birds
Floating in the air
The stead fast roar
Of fishing boats shore
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