Waves Of The Ocean Poem by Naveed Akram

Waves draw back in the distance,
Smart and simple waters up to the waist.
The ebb is certain, like the teeth that munch,
Forming a tide of grief.
You must plead for me,
You must draw back and retreat
To spray the waters on jolly heads.

One must seek islands no more,
To be despised is slurring the speech
As the moon lies sweet
Little by little.

Waves are meant to be mine,
To judgement come!
Why have I been chosen
To see this massive ocean?
I am to seek wise men and wiser people,
Pleading for me like property.

I joggled and swore to myself,
Since then, since the turn of history
As these waves made a magical process
Locking us in with slight shaking.

The soul is so far with anxiety,
The effect of the wind is like anxious men
Who are in a fit of rage,
The souls are aloft, fixed after a time.