Under the azure over the sea,
flying birds in fleet,
waving the waves, shows there glide,
bringing smile on the face of tired lonely men in sea,
telling their nest is near on the land he is trying to reach,
we too sometime seek the fleet for knowing
the direction of our goal to reach,
but the fleet in our life is nowhere when we need,
and we in boat of life travels to reach the land of goal in sea. waiting
to wave as a winner in life to greet the gilt
under the azure over the sea sometime a person prays,
don't give this life to any one else as was given to me.
tired and lonely waiting to finish his journey,
he travel in the deep sea giving others way of lead.
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