There’s a saying, the wave thinks it to be unalike,
That sees World distinct, diverse evolves for thee;
Yet, when you see from above, no matter how high,
Every consecutive same, yet, saying, different me!
And who stands on the shore too, sees big or small,
Thoughtful; myriad they, and it can’t cross the feet;
There’s this moon that shines millions’ miles away,
Who pedals its emotions in silence, sans any fleet!
What’s difference between the shore or waves then?
One thinks other is end for it, at four seasons meet!
Yet, when one grows in numbers; other gets varied;
In the deluge, or, when waves in perpetuity recedes. 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024