The sea is dead,
With no qualms,
No salt in water,
The mud so devine,
The dead can rise,
From the land of resting,
With beings so quiet
With seldom wind blowing,
Not many waves made,
It lived a life
Different fom other seas,
Like life oozed out
But yet protecting
The life it can look after,
Why on earth,
It was so different
One wondered on it's shores
Yet none inhabiting it,
Not awre of the difference
It made from other ones.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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