The sea in the midday sun …….
The midday sun glistened in the sea,
who would stand in the scorching sand,
Or get burned by the salty waves,
But there he was, a man
Frolicking, unafraid of the heat,
of the midday sun and it’s brilliant blaze,
He didn’t care for the sweet serenity,
of the dawn past, or the dusk to come
It was a dance, of a moth drawn to fire,
In solitude, for it was one’s goal alone,
A dark speck, that shined in the splendor,
It dashed towards a destiny, carved for those,
who dared to dance, where no one stood.