By George’s Girl 2026
The Bay Of Bengal
The sun goes down,
A bright orange ball.
Waves roll in,
Gentle and small.
Fishermen laugh,
Boats on the shore.
Children play near,
Wanting more.
The sky glows soft,
Colors so bright.
The Bay of Bengal,
A beautiful sight.
Day turns to night,
Stars start to gleam.
We watch together,
Lost in a dream.
The smell of curry,
Warm on the stove.
Dinner is ready,
Time to eat and doze.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Love the flow of this poem and the visuals it gave me. Excellent writing.
What an enchanting poem and well written.
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