Sadness He took a walk To the beach And stood alone On the sea shore The salty spray Hitting him in the face The pungent wind Turning his hair Into waves Slowly It began to drizzle He remained unmoved And stared straight ahead Watching the sun set Behind the haze And the waves His hands in his pockets He rocked gently To the rhythm Of the sea His hair now contrasted The sea Flattened by the drizzle It dripped And added To the drops That fell around him His face Spoke of a sadness That was deep Tears rolled down His cheeks But went unnoticed As they mingled With the rain And the sea spray In a pool Of sentimentality Soon it was dark And the rain stopped But the sea roared And he stood there Like a rock Drenched With tear stained cheeks
Arjun Purkayastha's Questions:
I feel that there is something that I have missed out in the poem and I
don't know what it is, I would like you to point out what you think is
missing and what should be there.
What is the first thought that comes to your mind when you read the poem (taking the imagery into account)?
What do you think this poem is actually about and why?
Any other comments on the work are most welcome.