Was a frail boy at young age
Unconciously went to sea,
To know which one is larger
My depressions or the sea.
My possessions tried to make me weak
Saying problems to be greater,
But when I looked at sea waves
Said, they are greatest than the greater.
Looking at the waves that were
Touching every soul of me,
The roaring of sea waves
Was an ointment for me.
The sounds then produced
Was healing one for me,
Don't know how sound really was
But went deep inside me.
The sounds carrying the strength of waves
Went deep and deep and deep in me,
In my constrained blood vessels
And in every vein of me.
I felt that Wavy storm
Flowing in every root of me,
And then started running like waves
Curing every pain of me.
Yes it’s the sea, (the soul part of nature) can sing a song of healing, can play a rhythm of healing, can flow a tune of curing //// pure writings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you sure are an excellent upcoming poet May ur God bless you I think u live by the sea See some beachy poetry i have posted some lovely snaps you will love these may be western world is slightly different I am glad you reply but must also read the ones of those who have spent enjoying yours