This was the first post I ever wrote...and voila people read it..(http://shilpabugde.blogspot.com/2008/02/years-ago-we-learnt-poem-in-school-i.html).. I was looking for a poetry i learned at school, but couldn't remember beyond the second line...Thanks to the people who commented on post, I was able to retrieve the whole poem.. its a silly one but nevertheless, very good... we still do not know who the original poet is....here how it goes....if u have kids i bet they would love this one..

Okee Polee crack me crown
King of the island of Gulp 'em Down
Was thought the finest young fellow in town
When he dressed in his best for the party.

Okaa Pokaa Ching Ma Ring
Eighteenth wife of the mighty king
Loved her Lord above everything
And dressed him up for the party.

Satins and silks the queen did lack
But she'd some red paint, that looked well on black
So she painted her Lord and Master's back?
Before he went to the party

....and ships with sails
And flying dragons with curly tails
And so dressed Okee Pokee, without a coat or a vest
But yet, in his best for the party.

Friday, 3rd December 2010, around 8 pm in the night

I slump my bags on the concrete sidewalk on the sea shore. I face the sea and sit down. To my left is the sea merging into the vast darkness of the night sky and to my right is the glimmer of the city lights held by the curvy line of the sea shore. I feel like I am attending a concert. I try hard to ignore the vrooomm of the vehicles and chatter behind me. As I do that the humming of the sea becomes louder. Its the same note, it plays again and again and again till it seems like a chant..... The chant of the universe. ...I sit there in awe for about an hour, listening and absorbing the rhythm. Then I move, back to where I am condemned to be.......

Behind me, the sea plays its usually rhythm. The waves think 'No matter how much I try, I cannot hold on to the shore..how strong it must feel'. The sand thinks 'no matter what, the waves always govern where we move...how empowered are they!'. The shore thinks 'Is this it? will the waves lash me forever till I vanish?'....

I shall be back again the next day to listen to this rhythm and feel empowered..