In the early morning hour

when the dawn was rising

from behind the horizon

I heard the whisper of waves

telling me the secrets

of music that mingled with the sea,

The roars of waves

seemed like the resonance

of the Ustaad’s song

Who is singing

Sitting

under the sea.

(This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026)

(This poem is part of my A to Z poetry series titled, ‘EarthSong.’ Read the other poems here.)