Tides And Rocks

Giant tides of sadness and misery hit the shore, bouncing off all the surrounding rocks to swiftly spread its sorrow.

Some rocks trembled at its torment and some of them bravely fought,

They struggled to stop the surge, to avert the end, but adamant and brutal currents rejoiced at their lack of strength.

With every enormous tide of sorrow, a small wave of hope would follow,

Curling near the shore,” Hold on” yelling it loud to all the support.

Keep on until they die and with every touch, I shall again rejuvenate your soul.

And every edge of rock stood valiantly, wrestled with their might and dint give up hope.