Swelling waves hit the gravelly shore
by Seema Aarella
Calmly retreat into watery oblivion
To live again, to die once more
Mind harbors such thoughts in million
Vicious, violent and dark; death and fate
Glowing keen swords of light will blaze
Dread like dust will rise and evaporate
Love resounds; faith recovers its lost praise.
And he will smile, a homeless child
Flowers of peace will bloom and dance
Happiness on the faces open and veiled
Ashes turn manure; life will take its chance.