Tides ebb and flow
tales come with a glow.
The felicity of narration
goes beyond comprehension.
A striking feature in the milieu
is the interludes in a queue.
Within and without
they endear us all throughout.
The skill lies on the weave
nothing falls out of the sieve.
As the gripping tale unravels
the listener remains baffled.
It crosses rivers and oceans
mounts up the mountains and bastions.
The ears compete with the eyes
an enigmatic tussle based not on lies.
Just as the tides wash up the shore
the tales dispel the boredom in course..