The Sea Poem by Naveed Akram

What is the matter with the sea?
It concludes its peace when demanded,
It extracts the final verdict from the judge
That entices every would-be-assassin
Of the seas to appear like pirates.

What is the matter with the sea?
It finds nobody for anything of price,
Formulating the jokes of a great strategy
One demands from the judge and general
Of the only sea that tumbles.

What way do you observe your waves?
Are they understandable and complete,
Or do they be like manuscripts
Of the highest thoughts
That enter the words of the ocean-at-one?