At the end of the pathless woods
Lie the unfrequented shores
which silently bear the pain, of the winds
and the waves settling their scores
the waves carry a tender heart
They bring the distant waters to the shores
and return for their regular chores.
The impertinence of waves comes
with a touch of love
Every time they touch the shores,
they leave a part behind and
carry a part from the shore along.
I want to always be here
Watching this intimate game
I find pleasure in the boisterous waves
and tranquility on the silent shore
Its not that I love the humans less,
But I love the nature more.