A Sea Left Behind Poem by Ravin Sharma

Every stroke reminds me,
my pain, that I bear as a vain.
Every steps reminds me, my lane,
far off the ocean, which I want to gain.

I see the sea,
that I’m far behind the ocean azure,
the waves lashing o’er me
sinking my desires’ key.
These waves remind my mistake.

I’m the sea far behind the ocean azure,
For the feelings, what I endure
For not indulging in ocean, I see.
I see my mistake that I harm the marines
For not reaching the ocean.

The Red Sea goes off to the Atlantic
Waving hand to me, this lonely sea.
Forgive me, I can sail ferry, O Lord, I will
The life shall breathe in me
Every morning reminds my mourn
This dry sea wants to be in norm,
I’m like a plant without flowers
O lord, I’m the sea far behind the ocean azure.