Engulfed at the seashores,
wondering if I should go
back or wait
till the dawn.
At times relieved
with the revival
of the charm,
casting upon me.
At times stuck
in the hidden adieu,
of the content
written by me.
At times stunned
by the gestures
of life, shaking
the chores of time.
Engulfed at the seashores,
wondering if I should go
back or wait
till the dawn.
It started functioning
even without reasons,
connected to the soul
You have a goal!
©Bhavya Prabhakar
PHOTO BY PEXELS
