It’s almost time

The water will begin to flow

It’s not a giant wave

But then I feel so low.


There’s darkness everywhere

I see no light

There is only your eyes’ glow

A faraway glitter in the night.


The tide hasn’t yet started

But even the gentle waves pull

I’m being drifted away

Like a soft ball of wool.


Don’t join me now

Even if the waves are gentle and low

They have power in them

They will drown you if you do so.


There’s darkness everywhere

Only your distant eyes’ glow

The gentle waves have taken me

For I feel so low.

…now that you’re here

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Pravin Kumar writer at Ameya

An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at to know more about him.