Sea has many moods: When the sun slowly rises above the waters dispelling the darkness of the day, the Sea is simply miraculously ethereal in its beauty; But the same sea hides many storms in its bosom...*
The Pacific Bay
Early morning, Casey beach, Bateman's Bay,Golden sand beneath my feet,
I walk with a sway,
Sun rising in the East
Takes my breath away,
Pink hues of the morn
Kissed by the golden ray,
Boats marooned on the shore-
Sails down, hulls stayed-
Rock in a rhythmic way;
Seagulls strut about on the sand,
Their dainty feet, sinking,
Make patterns on the bay,
The magic of the moment
Casts a spell on the soul,
Swishing sorrows away...
Beneath the surface calm,
Thousand tumults,
Thousand storms,
Hiding deep within its bosom,
Belie the peace of the morn...
Till some black passionate night,
Unveils the pain of deep within,
Tosses the sea about,
Whipping a frenzy up with waves,
Uprooting all in its craze...
Next morning:
Fallen trees, torn sails,
Broken boats,
Crows hovering over the wreck...
Is this the same shore?
The same sea,
The self-same Pacific Bay?
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
**Written during a morning walk on Casey Beach, Bateman's Bay, South Coast Australia
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-01-29 at 13:55
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