Yet another poem written out of imagination during an idle hour at home during my school days, during the 2003′s. The thought though was to create an analogy with waves & our life. I definitely did not have more idea about life other than the fact that i had to go to School everyday & come back home, just like the waves. I did not have to stay at School, my shore (back then).
Rising high from no man’s land
Swirling to the edge of the ocean
Meeting the fine coastal sand
Glancing a lovely god’s creation
Always climbing up on the high
With the spirit to touch the sky
Never lose hope do always try
Raise your living and never cry
Away from the fear of depth
Immortal from clutches of death
Though crashing amongst rocks
Continuous flow, it never stops.
Ripples & curves across the way
Little of sorrow but always gay
Apart in anger it would shatter
Across it’s path all the matter.
Tracking ships across the oceans
To the all nooks and nations
Calm, mild, violent all it behaves
Fascinating as it cruises everyday
