The Beach

Abhishek Das
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read

The Beach is like a distraught mother

To creatures of the rarest kind.

In the distance flaps a fin,

Oh! There’s a painful sigh by another,

But, mostly all lie still,

Are as calm as the serene sea.

Thousands of men with a painful delight,

Turn the beach to a pitiful zoo.

Men who take pride in their inventions,

Also wipe out creations of God.

There is no remorse; only hollow after thoughts.

For inventions are so intoxicating

It casts a blanket over you

And you can’t see the slow poisoning

And you can’t see death approaching

But, once the hangover has left you

Once the blanket is cast aside

You shall for yourself realise

One day, it will even get you………

Abhishek Das

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