The sound of the pounding ocean-
Chasing like warhorse,
The waves are divided into three
And immediately sexed up and
Embraced and jumped over like the lying fox
Jump over the jackals.
The foaming waves like mouth-water gel
Go back to the horizon like never were there!
The wave pounds again when another one crosses
Across and creates
Another waves.
Waves and tides are dancing, and leaping like happy puppy, or
Children in the rain,
Caring only happiness and
Talking useless, but talking non stopping.
The blue horizon turns to black-
The fear of the darkness collapses-
May be it would be raining far away in the corner-
Who knows who is caught in the blitz and lights?
We pray to reach the shore,
When we reach we forget the fear
Like before.
Some water black, some are blue, some like foams
Some like shaving cream; it’s amazing,
Unbelievable if not seen.
How many colors are there how many more!
Only the Almighty knows -
Be in the sea or ashore.
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