When I sees the tidal waves
That the appearance near the shore
The playful child's naughty attempts
To write in the shore sand by his own finger
And the crazy wave makes an attempt
To wash and clear the child's writing
In another attempt he draws a beautiful picture
The repeated attempts between the child and sea
As a playful friend somewhere they had met
In earlier memory the sea makes
The friend's play it so likes
The tidal waves and the little child
Always friendly and enjoys their own way
As if asks me to keep away distance
My friend is an innocent and trust worthy child
Where you gentleman the clever one not a say.
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