Striking blue marina

I saw the sky, it was blue
far away clouds gloom
thinking down, it was drizzly dawn
we head to beach
before sun settle down.

The passing clouds drop shadows
reflecting its grey shades
on the golden sand grains
thus sun strikes with rays
to squint glare sight

Coexist with two smart kids
and a brat, who isn’t bad enough
though similar to several kids
climbs the granite slabs
and rolls on the sand grains

It was unlike a Sunday
missing those batting stumps
and lads cross-cut with catchs
except slow pace women police
and fast track bike riders.

The crowd pulling marina
was indifferent due to early eve
begins the process of mobile vendors
to arouse stoves and operate machines
for spicy bajji and sugarcane juice

That was a day end in marina
collecting shells by kids
and cradle for crabs in hot sand
thus grabbing groundnuts
spouse with Sunday for rupees 10.