I saw -
a sea talking to me
Till now it meant
Gallons of water
without any mind and me
thrown in a deep valley
As I reside closer
now in a quarter
I got a reason to
search a cause of their
processing and receding
Water do a lot
a bold talking
In a language
clearly visible
Waves roll, wind voice
Flora thrive, creature survive
Moon is they say
their sole master
Tide and ebb creator
obedient follower
These waves from water
Night and day
follow a path
follow a pattern
like a monologue
Water and waves do have a language clearly all their own, you have figured out the pattern of it's source, a monologue of sorts. Very astute, I love this poem. Thank you for the wonderful comments you have given about my poems, I appreciate them very much. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moon may be the sole administrator but the monologue rightly heard to narrate such a beautiful poem. Existence is still waiting for your comment.