There in the beach
sitting on the sandy stretch
the thoughts rise with the tide
up and up it goes with strength
then it slowly flows back
as the tide goes down to the sea.
The repetition goes on for some more time
with the sea fuming and frothing all through
the mind is at turmoil and distracted
sighing and heaving with frenzy
the sea, then settles down softly
so does the mind relaxing 
gently to peace.
Meenas Poems 