The sea is turbulent with tidal waves
The beautiful shore it sucks
As if saying I am powerful than all
This land is in my mercy and love
Other than your misdeeds in world
I can destroy all in your space
Not to be so proud about the power in you
Then looking the sea my mind murmured
For a moment you could be frozen if it wishes
Your waves are no more that I think
It is perfectly calm for some time
Then again the repetition continued
Opened my eyes, it was an illusion
The sea stands with certain rules
Of existence, continuity and pious deeds
Gives a lot and takes a little.
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