Mayeesha Azam

The waves pulsate against the battering wind.

Slippery sands slide through my wading feet.

Losing my balance, myself unaligned,

As the sea draws me towards it.

The sky above me glazed with a cerulean tint,

Mingling with the sea in a far distant.

Still howling through the skies is the wind,

My need to resist it is being persistent.

All the while upon the clamoring beach,

The crowd scampers around in a hurl.

Gather around, as the wind endlessly twirls.

While the horizon seems – far out of reach.