Feb 19



Edited: Feb 19


He closed his eyes, he could feel,

the warmth of the beginning day,

the periodic rumble of crashing waves,

the constant whisper of the breeze.


He took a deep breath in,

trying to take in all the calm,

ease his thoughts through the storm,

which needs to clear before he begins.


He then stooped, let his eyes,

see the sun, peek above the water,

as gold began to be the dominant colour,

bringing along life with its sunrise.


He looked at the waves as they came,

hands outstretched as they tried and failed,

to grab onto the land again and again,

but never giving up through the game.


And then he realised that yesterday,

was the past and had met its end,

he must now strive to make difference,

and for that, all he had, was today.


-Yash D





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