I watched the tide
From my little house
by the seaside
I didn’t have to wait long
to find what the waves
had brought along

a bottle with a message in it,
it looked like a message, at least
I ran to pick up the bottle
And took out from it a coiled paper

As I smoothened it,
And peered deep

Message in the bottle [Illustration by Shinod AP]
Message in the bottle [Illustration by Shinod AP]

The yellowing paper came apart
at my touch
Before my eyes the writing smudged
As I wept

After the weeping storm had passed
I came down to earth

Maybe it was a message not meant to
be read by me
When it didn’t reach the one it was meant for
It just erased itself out, forever.

125 words | 1 minutes
Readability: Grade 8 (13-14 year old children)
Based on Flesch–Kincaid readability scores

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