Author: Ridima Jaju, Class VIII E
The breeze, the shore,
The sand, the wind’s roar.
The waves come and go back,
Showing the world’s two sides- white and black.
The cool breeze fluttering my hair,
Wandering in the world without despair.
The boundless horizon, sparkling in the rays,
The unending world, it portrays.
The mighty palm trees dancing shamelessly,
Their fronds swaying with the wind, in full glee.
The rough sand particles holding together to make a child’s castle of dreams,
The whooshing of the wind- a loud silence it seems.
Dipping my feet in the water is like a mother’s embrace,
It feels different near the shore- a serene place.
