At the Marina Beach

Walking along the famous Marina beach I could see the vast Sea as far as the eye could see. Vast stretch of the beach teaming with people. These are are my thoughts as I walked along the beach put together in a poem


At the Marina beach
Walking along the shore
I see the melting sun
With passing tick of the clock
It  goes down and down

It goes down merging into the sea
The sand beneath my feet quivers and tickles
The waves coming from the sea get stronger and stronger
threatening to sweep me off my feet
And the Sun splashes its colors
on the canvas of the sky littered with small and big clouds
and yet with each passing tick of the cloud
I see the Sun going down and down