The roaring bay gets silenced not once, <br />The cloudless evening sheds the tears thence, <br />The strong banyan tree envies upon the fragile rose, <br />For it has had no needle to sew the separating space, <br />Hundreds of holiday revelers on the shore, <br />No one care to turn to look at the heart breaks, <br />Emerging crabs from the hiding holes, <br />Open their scissors to cut and throw it, <br />The suddenly contaminated trust of love, <br />Thousands of them have the smiling face, <br />Try to enjoy every moment in a minute, <br />As the hot beach sand get wet after sun set, <br />The shadows of happiness reflect its own face, <br />When the quiet bay starts to send the waves, <br />To repossess the lost land during the turn of tides, <br />The contented bowl is full within a few hours, <br />The thirsty ocean will gulp the salt water later.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-high-tide-and-the-low-tide/
