The Sea

The Sea

Sansthita Mullick

After a long and busy day in the month of June or may

When the hot sun disturbs us all

And we restlessly wait for the fall,

During these times with a glass of chilled lemonade in my hand,

I only think of the golden sand, 

the crisp salt water and the sea beaches

They fill my heart with riches.

The sea cries out in big waves, 

when I come back to the train's seat,

The sea returns everything, 

But my heart is still with it.

11 years ,Class 6

Calcutta public school