I

On a corner of a beach in a pensive mood,
Hiding from the world, a brooding soul,
Lost in thoughts, maybe of approaching doom.

II

Disappointed in love perhaps, or bored with spouse,
Nursing wounds or searching meaning of life,
Nothing coming to please that desolate soul,

III

As if an Angel watching over him from the above,
A school of Bottle-nose Dolphins came in the view,
A troupe of ballerinas of the sea performing.

IV

A courtly repertoire to choose, for the oceans' king.
Poseidon on the thrown and the Angles above,
The performance of the Dolphins began.

V

Four in a group, in rows they glided in the air,
Came down in a dive, slicing the waves,
Then came the batch of five following the four.

VI

Rhythm of waves, and in unison moves,
The coordinated jumps in the air and,
Swift entry in the bosom of ocean blue.

VII

Watching that display of the Ballerina of the sea,
Those Bottle-nose Dolphins, lifted the spirits,
Took the forlorn soul out of gloom.

VIII

Vivid memories of the life's joys of past,
Sprung up in his mind, like a fountain of colors,
In a garden of the Royal class.

IX

This is the blessing of Mother Nature we have.
In a pensive mood or when melancholy reigns,
Turn to the splendors of earth that invites all.

X

Walk in the wilderness, and hug the Maples,
Take stroll on a beach and watch sunset.
Life is absurd, ups and downs its ways.

XI

Beat back the thoughts of doom and gloom,
Life is given to us, not to end or take,
But to cherish the birth and celebrate the death.

XII

Nothing lasts forever, all goes the way it comes,
Enjoy what you can, the beauty of nature is eternal,
This birth for Karma; let's do our Dharma* as best as we can,

XIII

We don't know what awaits us, after life is over?
Some say, the law of Karma, that alone counts,
Ephemeral is the life; wealth and fame left behind.