Beauty On The Beach

Beauty On The Beach short poem

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Venus-like from the ocean she rose
Forcing a gasp from all those
Who the seashore did frequent
And their heart beat soaring sent.

Liquid pools of blue were her eyes,
A glance brought forth volcanic sighs,
From the old and the young alike;
Emotions flowed as from a broken dyke.

She tip-toed on the sinking wet sand
Holding a seashell in her hand,
The long wet glistening tress
Her unmatched beauty did express;

Struck dumb were those around
Who sat there totally spellbound,
With a toss of her head in becoming grace,
Aware of the crowded human race,
She glided to the colourful parasol
Looking at no one at all;

Under the canopy in blissful repose she lay
Savouring the joy of a sunny day,
Little did she know of their plight
Whose hearts she had set alight.

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I am a retired Central Government official. I worked in the Ministry of Railways, India, in locations Calcutta and Lucknow. My educational qualification is limited to Matriculation (i.e. 11th Standard). Studied in St. Michael's High School, Coimbatore. Self-study after leaving school. Interested in poetry, classics, works of famous authors of past and interesting works of present day writers. Spend a good lot of time reading and try to write poems. My date of birth is 28.10.1939.
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