The Sea Shore I wrote the very first story of mine, By the sea shore, with gradual fall of night. Underneath the stars studded sky, The waves touching the sand, Faraway in the darkest horizon, There existed an unseen land. The human existence around, Was rarely and barely found. In that one beautiful chaos, The ink spilled over my diary, Amidst the pages filled with poetries, The passage I chose to make for a story. The story of a dream of an ocean, may be, Which chose the quite chaos, over a mere disturbing serenity. You, too were there by my side, Or may be somewhere in the tale, I scribbled, A night by the sea, with scattered white clouds springing in, Me, holding you and only you, as the sheer protagonist.— % & How beautiful a sea shore is. NaPoWriMo Day 9 Picture Courtesy: Diver's cove
