The Waves

I wrote this poem 6 years ago on a trip to a beach in India. It was written out of the beauty that my eyes drank. I have been writing poetry now and then where ever the mind goes souring through the waves. Its my first post here. I wish to share the beauty that I witnessed with others who might wish

As fierce as Alexander’s sword,
So very cold, like an assassin’s heart.
It catches every one’s sight,
And makes them wonder at this great delight.

I stand upon the sandy beach,
With them crawling up to my knee.
My heart then ever does try to reach,
Out to the waves dancing free.

As they come with a roaring sound,
I could feel their mind very clear.
They do rise like a killer hound,
Yet their grace precedes a deer.

My eyes then did feast on the azure sky,
Silhouetted elegantly against the dancing waves.
Whilst these waves ever did try,
To pull my legs to their underwater caves.

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