Scraps

Blue

The fragile boat could barely stand the tumult of the sea;
As ferocious waves washed over it, the ink drowned first, its colour spreading to unfathomable depths.

Feet soaked firmly in sand and eyes capturing every detail, a voice echoed across the blue expanse;
“The deepest secrets of my heart now lie in yours.”

poetry

Great, Greater, Greatest

On a fine summer day,
Great came to claim,
The Greatest ever name.
And, tiny little beings,
Greatly awestruck,
Granted Great the claim
To the most treasured name;
And somewhere in a corner
Of this big round world,
Good wept in utter shame!

On another fine summer day,
Greater came to claim,
The Greatest ever name.
And, tiny little beings,
Greater than greatly awestruck,
Granted Greater the claim
To the most treasured name;
And somewhere in a corner
Of this big round world,
Great wept in utter shame!

Then, one fine summer day,
Greatest came;
And, tiny little beings,
Struck with the Greatest awe,
Offered Greatest the claim
To the most treasured name;
But, Greatest laughed and laughed,
Then, with a shy smile remarked,
“Hasn’t Greatest always been my name?”
And, in different corners
Of this big round world,
Many little beings hung their heads in shame!