Its morning
the sea in front of me
roaring; keeps rushing to the shore.
like a child; restless and energetic!
Now in the afternoon
it starts to calm down,
now a tired child; getting quiet on its own!
And finally in the evening
it starts receding back
again like a child hiding away; head down
after playing a mischief!
Nehal
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