You are sea far and wide,
millions of creatures breathe by your side.
I believe, I am dead my dear friend,
For I can see you roaming around;
And in spite of my continuous call,
You neither hear nor sense them at all.
Wait! I said to the man running ahead
Looked into his red-bright eyes and said,
I know not where have you come from,
But, your eyes suggest, you've traveled long;