As the wind blows on the brim of ocean,

When it blows on the unfathomed water,

Rises a vast wave in the deep yonder

Which, then turns into a vaster version.

As the wind grows gustier and wilder

Like bumptious sea demons roar the breaker

Rising higher into ether’ s mansion

And turns into a wave of   destruction.

 

In the petite ponds that   calmly   slumber

In the green moss covered rustic lagoons

Ripples are born even at plunge of slight stones.

In rings they traverse growing in number.

Yet as they move on they do not cause pains

And harm not anyone by any means.

The ripples wither in silent   slumber.

Oh!  they wane   and  ebb  leaving no cumber. 

 

Mortals, pretentious of   pomp and pride

Who defy even those who stand by you

Beware, the mounting conceit within you

Will be shattered like a rock smashed vast  tide.

Cravingly,  I   desire I were  like  you

Who abide in silence,  while feeling  blue,

Like ripples mutely born in ponds’ world

And dwindle  in tranquility  untold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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