Morning by Sea side

At the sea side, sound of waves beating against the shore

What do they want, tirelessly continuing in their effort

Shore unmoved, sometimes retreating a little

People walking, some exercising, couples doing their photo shoot

Passers by ogling, they don't care a hoot

Murderous crows cawing, feasting on flesh waste by the shacks

Air still in their humidity, Sun still mellowed

A grey sea bird standing still unmoved by all things happening

A flock of white birds landing on the floating sea weeds

At a distant sailing boats, fishermen fell at ease in the sea

A good catch, at the market place they can do a bargaining match

At the edge sleepy city awakening slowly

Bustle will begin soon, engaging people in a hustle

Yet another morning has dawned, words, mind has spawned. 

Walking, yoga and poetry, morning has begun well.