The Dark Sea

Cool breeze and the wet sand under my feet,
Pulled me into the sea as the waves retreated.
Serene is the sea, yet the whistling wind seems unsettling,
May be a warning to the carefree.
Deep is the sea, a very wild one,
May become rough and wild anytime.
Sucking huge ships and taking away things,
That are long buried under the sea bed.
Better is the shore that is safe for us,
For the Sea is not as good as it looks.
I wonder how salty is the sea,
That may hold things that rot very slowly.
As the sun sets, mysterious is the Sea,
With stars shining above as the darkness deepens.

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST