I miss the waves, gurgling beneath my feet
the cool splash, the gentle breeze
To watch the sunset, or listen to the beat,
of wild tides, never at ease
I miss the wind, playing with my curls
fluttering noisily in my ears
To look for dews, studding the sand like pearls,
marveling at the one who laid the rainbow piers
I miss the prick of broken shells beneath my toes
the joy of carving through the soggy sand
To watch the birds in pliant rows,
the dusky sky, the sun rays tanned
I miss the solitude of the beach
the water rising up to my waist
To wander into the sea as far as I can reach,
when the sky ripens without a haste.
Niharika Prasad
