As I stand here, all alone

All by self and away from 'home'





Sea of people, sea of life

Some making memories

Some bidding the time





A musky smell comes by the sea side

Failing to leave a mark

Failing to make any stride





A wind of suspicion blows through my hair

I often wonder when will it disappear





Sea of thoughts, questions of every kind

They often seek some answers

They often tingle my mind





Like the musky smell of the sea

Questions come and questions flee

Most of them don't leave a mark

But the thought thereafter leaves me in dark





Then I remember one golden line

A priceless virtue that transcends the time

Words of great Tennyson puts me back in the 'field'

I pledge not to bow down, I pledge not to yield



