She Will Come In A Moment Like A Rush Of Tide

She will come in a moment like a rush of tide
And in a moment she will go
If the current’s seen and the whispers flow.
She will trickle on the beach with those flirting drops
But recede into the ocean if the palm trees talk.
The surf foams the truth and yet she goes deep under
To hide it in her canyon of blunders.
And though the sharks come she will not confess
What is hidden in that secret chest.
Such is the reputation of a girl,
That for it she will even forsake the world.

Copyright © 2005 Prabhath Avadhanula