The sea sees it
again and yet again,
the turmoil that occurs
within and the pain.
The sea that rests
in a corner lonesome,
sometimes expresses,
with storms gruesome..
The storms will subside
again and yet again,
not the turmoil within
and neither the pain.
2 comments:
Good one Aashish..
Crisp and to the point.. I like such poems.
thank you :)
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