The bird and the tide
I wait and wait
Anxious for the liquid to go back
The tide they call is yet to recede
And so at the beach, I wait.
Slowly I see, the powerful sea
Gently in her flow making a roll
Going back opening the shore
For us, her waiting children.
I see my kind
Flocking ashore, for the beach is bare
And there is so much to share
She brought us the treasure of the deep.
The gift of the mother sea
Is enough for all of us to feed
The kind and powerful mother
For your kindness, we thank thee.
The story behind this poem:
When I used to work at Centre for Environment Education, Science Education was a part of my job and I used to take nature trails, stay on camps as science educator, take lectures in universities, etc. In a marine camp (A typical marine camp looks like this), we had students of Mahatma Gandhi International School, Ahmedabad over for two and a half days of camping at the shores of Beyt Dwarka. The teaching style and teachers of this school is very creative. Ms. Amla Shukla, One of the teachers accompanying with the students was taking a session on creative writing, where in she asked the students to gather early morning on the beach, instructed them to observe the beach, become one of the elements and think of the tide from that element’s point of view and then note down what would that element feel about the swelling and receding tide. Once you have the feelings written, weave these feelings into a poem and then illustrate your poem (She had a box full of pencil colors, sharpeners and erasers!). I found this so refreshing from normal boring classroom sessions of poetry that even I participated. The outcome was this poem written above and the illustration below that.