Summers by the Sea

Prachi Bhardwaj

there's a silence to the act
of standing at the seashore,
as the waves rise, float and
plummet on my throbbing feet,
a prayer falls from my mouth
and surrenders all the parts
of me I purposely made up in
my daydreams last summer.

~ maybe, sea and cemetery have the same smell

1 comment

  • How beautifully the poet captures a moment that has depth of a lifetime…

    Shobhit Tandon

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