Pradnya Surve
Song of the sailor
The sea so calm and still
Strange it so seems
I long to go to the sea
A large vessel
On the deck I can see
Grey mist on the sea
I hear the wind sing
The sails shake to its tune
Alas! My last voyage is done
I sit hear watching
The setting sun
The singing wind
Brings messages from mates
I am way past
My longest voyage
As I sit here in peace
I must watch the setting sun
And see the light fade
As I listen to cadence of the sea
Calling to my soul
– Pradnya Surve
Lovely
Thank you Kirti
Beautiful poem ma’am, so rhythmic. Does indeed read like a song. 💚💚💚
Beautiful poem💚
Lovely take Pradnya
The sailor and the sea.
A word picture drawn .Beautiful.
Sailor and the call of his first love💚💚