#2nd April entree 

“Thank you”, my heart sang,

In a deep sense of gratitude.

As I sat watching the mighty waves,

Rising slowly cresent- like, into a crest

And then bending gracefully

Like the palm frond,

Then the roaring surf, thundered

The pounding surf,  then resounded

And the crashing surf, foamed

 Breaking, attthe golden footprinted shore,

In a sort of urgency. I fathomed a great truth 

That had escaped my comprehension,

Each wave must break into smithereens

When in pride it rises, if it wishes to merge with

Sea’s plenty.  Or,  like a frozen crest, 

It must stand eternally. For my brokenness,

I apologized no more, neither was I sorry!

© Mumtaz N Khorakiwala

( Batool Idrish Siamwala)

Picture Courtesy: Matt Paul Catalano


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