At the mercy of waves*

At the mercy of waves*

At the mercy of waves
Left few poems,
Adrift
Much like people leave
Their leftaway things,
Bottles plastic, coconut shells,
A runaway slipper,
All going to the ocean,

And faraway ,
Like a Dream,
Few mounds
Of earth,

They stood like perspective,

Nature, where from Thou get all these ,
Pieces of us whence we leave with You,
Not knowing what could be
The effects,

How  You take them all,
And return them not,

Ashore
I only find people
Who sat quiet
Charmed by thy
All pervading silence
And Peace,

Nature,

Where from Thou
Get this all encompassing
Beauty,  i know not,
Never perhaps will i,

Only rolling waves
Come and go,
And those mounds of earth
Stand static.

(*Note : loosely based upon a painting as attached, done by Alexander Hodyukov; courtesy : Musica Pittura e Dintorni)

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