A lone walk on the majestic shore of mysteries, I spot more muck, less peace, Washed ashore, it catches my eye, Mussels atop a plastic bottle living rather peacefully, So I crouch down, examine the feat, A miracle at first, I gazed wondrously, But as these little creatures peeked out in thirst for water, My awe turned to shock, and then shades of disgust and contempt, I saw the waves come in search of their family, Reaching out, but not enough to take them home just yet,
The conundrum was simple, Shall I take out the trash or save the creatures living on the trash? The vicious circle of our littering was far too evident now, As I helplessly watched it return into the ever accepting mass of the majestic water body, I felt myself guilty of ever having to bring myself to this dilemma, For ever having to pen this for your eyes to read and your mind to register, The careless conscious crimes we commit, That have brought us to this, A moral dilemma.
I am a 17-year-old writer based in India. I started writing poetry really early on and started posting on Instagram fairly recently. After a scarring year in depression, poetry became my coping mechanism. I also enjoy cooking, baking and singing my lungs out every now and then, and don’t shy away from the occasional painting. You can follow me on Instagram: @donutxcupcake to see more of my poetry.
Eve Poetry 
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