"Come to me.........." the Shore said to the Yacht,
"The ocean of love,
in which you are swimming,
will swallow you one day"
The Yacht replied
"when the day comes
I'll take to the skies"
The Shore retorted
"You arrogant little thing
Don't trust the frivolous wind
It is worse than the ocean,
It will take you mile high
and take its hands off
and you'll fall flat on my lap"
The Yacht replied
"when ocean is mine no more
and I can fly no more
I would sure fall into your lap
but what you would get is just my body.
I am a yatch
my spirit always sails
wind or no wind
ocean or no ocean"
The Shore thought better of the argument
and started counting sand grains.
©Kamlesh Pandey
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