The early dark morning- the sea tides are roaring
The sun is still snoring
The seagulls are on their way
To find their daily prey.
A thousand seashells lie on the shore
Some are multihued and some are white and strewn ashore.
Finally, the sun rose on the horizon
Its glow meant to enlighten
Now the fishermen rush out, trap the fishes
To cover many plates with delicious dishes.
~Srishti Sundar - 10 C
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