At a silent shore,
Waves hitting and going back,
Can see each wave reaching,
although crowded and overwhelmed,
narrating something,
and returning.
But...
I am failing to find that particular one,
Who is narrating my loneliness,
That too without any cause,
Or maybe many causes,
But making my heart really heavy.
Tried counting other ones,
Ignoring that tide,
Yet couldn't run over that,
Because
That is not just a tide,
That is a massive surge,
Which washed away other ones.
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