By the sea he sat quiet and low, Beholding the restless waves dance With the winds, whimsical and free. With utmost attention he tried to listen To the stories of pleasures and pains Whispered to his cold feet By the dampened sand. A small sand palace he watched With a fluttering flag atop; Having an essence of times; Times that passed too swift. He begged the waves to bring him back In their next turn, his days As a boy, playful as he was, Young, innocent and unchained. And the waves didn't break The disappointment; He begged again For one moment to cherish. He knew his tears couldn't dampen The sands more; Up he looked And watched the thin line between The sea, and the grandeur of heaven; The reflection, and the true montage Of coloured fissures amidst clouds majestic. He wished to be taken By the last ripple, to a place where He could have the patience To sit and watch; Where he could hear The voice eternal and serene; Where he could get a cure
~ Poems by Krishnasish Jana