With every passing wave
touching the shore,
And deeper inside, more
& evermore;
There’s no wall to stop,
no leveraging control,
For a treasure on sand, a shimmering gold.
Many amongst but one’s
gravitational pull,
Sending the tide closest
& above sky high;
There’s this seashell
who longed to be there,
A reason, not being reason
mere to be obliged.
Enwreathed with grains,
covered, that awaits,
For the tempest dark clouds,
waves to invade;
Until the sunset &
bright full moon apprise,
To the waves, to be
with the seashell, in hide.
And when it meets &
melts its every depth,
Until not loving seashell,
the silent ocean wept. 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2023