MARINE DRIVE

Mother sea is calm and quiet
in the morning.
Her cool embrace elevates
me to a level of sublimity.
The morning visitors
only a few
some morning walkers
they are in ones, two or groups
others take rest in the
concrete chairs watching
the infinity.
As time ticks away
morning visitors desert the
marine drive one
by one
and the marine drive turns
almost alone.
Sitting in the 13th floor
of the office
I can watch a slice
of the sea
like the edge of a sharp sword
shining brightly
under the blazing sun.
With the time ticking
fast with the approach of
the evening,
Mother Sea turns impatient
and violent
the reason only she knows.
She darkens her face
she turns mad
visitors come in droves
waves and waves of anger
lash the shore angrily
like serpents beating their heads on the rocks.
The street lights bloom
vehicles hoot and toot
behind her down the
tarred road.
Islands of glow-worms
of light glimmer far away
giving the crowd of
evening visitors
visual treats
and under the night
sky
stars and moon perform
dancing shows on the baseline.