With The Same Old Sea Waves. Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

I am today with the same old sea waves
They seem not cheerful as yesterday
The same old wind
At the same old evening
Why does the moon too is in the same apron.

Cast a look with an empty smile
A tumor somewhere in my heart
Boils and boils discharging with pus
Crows peck and eat the decomposed dead body
Of a friend mine,
The dead body half burnt, lay once here.

Wonder why these sea waves are not cheerful
And dancing as yesterday.
True, all are not always the same
I have my sea and waves mine
You have your sea and waves yours.
Despite all attempts for peace in vain
We fight and fight with one another
I have a sun and shadow
And you have yours.

The wind outside is quietly passing
With a laugh
And leaving me alone
With the sea
With the waves, I am remained.