SEASHELLS

Those seashells are imperfect so am I,

hidden into the depths of the oceans or 

flows at the seashore, 

either place they are destined to be.

Is it humane to be at the depth of 

consciousness and the shore of heart? 

Asking you ain't I human?

No sane being would dive so deep 

that could freeze the brain,

till the blood of emotions would fully drain.

I'm seashell with the cracks,

you a shiny pearl, 

which makes the tides swirl.

While in the depth of it, 

I lay back with no aim, 

wandering around alone from the pack.

A shine within the pearl

could reflect upon my broken shell,

though with no means to preserve its beauty.

I, with a split could do my duty

once the pearl accepts the shell pretty.

Despite being ruptured,

that shell will bind itself 

with the aura of the pearl.

That beautiful girl with all the charm,

ain't for any harm made sure by 

the boy with a nature not to sly,

those seashells are imperfect so am I.

-Deep Raval 

Meet the author:

Deep Raval is a first year English Literature student from Gujarat. He writes poetry, short stories and dramas in three different languages. Deep produces literature inspired from his real life events. His poem hits the note of basic human emotions such as love, sorrow, ecstacy and fear of estrangement.