‘a peg of time
on a sea-shore’
just to feel life in its free rhyme,
that's all i asked for.
from the frothy milk on the stove
to see surfers on curved froth, row
from seamless irritation of detergent foam
to the magic freshness of the blue
waves, laughing merrily, roam
the spoilt chances, i never had a clue
from the suffocating humidness of the four walls
to the cool nakedness of the moon on waves, that rolls
from the intimidating arrogance of pots' rattle
to the lullabying waves’ sweet prattle
a peg of time
on a sea-shore
to transform life into a hymn
that's all i craved for.
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