The
sea of calm
As
far as the eyes can see
There
is no wind
It
is the hot sun beams
The
burning hot sensation
It
tells us something is wrong
No
doubt the sea stays quiet
Maybe
whispering sound...
In
the morning on stoney black rocks
The
small crabs running freely
The
low tide water caressing slowly
The
sea of calm so it seems
As
all events we know
There
are opposite shows
Under
the calm of the sea
The
under-currents ringing
The
drumbeats will echo
Slowly
reaching to the ears
The
wind will take flight
Blowing
hard and free
Solidarity
of a wrong
It
smells of birds of same feathers
Flocking
to the familiar tree
Tweeting
voices hardship they don't see
The
calm of the people
The
voices of discontent flow
Don't
take the people as fools
They
are the king makers
The
sea of calm
The
silent whisper ringing
On
the stoney black rocks
The
wishes to be free
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