O’ Ocean, too much noise is in you
We are people of silent valleys
Many worlds flourish in your womb
And we are people of devastated lands
Wave after wave, flow on your chest
Endless stories of unseen lands
Our stories are same old ones
Neither any queens, nor any kings in them
Only a mob of ordinary people is there
Neither their dreams come true , nor their prayers
O’ Ocean, on your shores
Whenever cool breeze descends
Whenever day and night meet with each other
And birds fly back to their nests
Just know, that our vagrantness
Has not found any shore yet
Love has not been kind to us
Life went by roaming in loneliness
We got lost in gloomy obscurity
No door of lightness opened on us
O’ Ocean, farewell to you
Our story was only up to this much
May you be blessed with your eternity
Our journey was only up to a step or two
Only a tiny puff was our existence
That vanished in the universe somewhere
Neither was any purpose of its being
Nor will anything be different when it is gone
O’ Ocean, farewell to you
Our story was only up to this much.
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well done
Ron