Mellow yet Festive

by Veda Arvind (20186) 11th Grade

The ocean was more than a dream,

Fish and creatures tickling my feet...

Sun settling and letting the moon free;

Nothing more could make me feel glee!

Running in the soft sand, I would never regret

But ignoring my parents on the beach, I have to reflect.

Nevertheless, forever I could not be their pet.

I had to drive my way, no matter where they went.

Restless like the ocean waves,

My mind ran all over the place,

Until I realised that when I wait,

Pearls are born on my own plate.

I silently built a castle with my very own hand,

But the sea was unwilling to understand.

The waves on the ocean flowed smoothly across the sand,

Erasing any impression that was created on the land.

Employing myself to travel and having fun,

Chasing my limitations meant my job was done.

Glueing my eyes to the beaming sun,

I wish everything could be redone.

The colours of the beach were mellow yet festive

But the waves galloping were definitely infective.

Shells pricked my feet, and I was forced to forgive

Because I knew this was how I was meant to live!

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