When I wanted to cry aloud, no sound comes forth
My swollen eyes had dried out
No tears role out from my eyes
All alone in ocean of humans
Who cares a bubble in an ocean when it burst?
It is a pawn in the ocean hands!

The tall towers along side in the sea
Proudly heading its might towards the sky
Just opposite to them the shadows take refuge in the ocean bed
As if to take rest in the sweltering heat in the sun!
In a renewed vigor the tides take rest in the coastal island
After playing hide and seek with high winds

The coastal land had thousands of footprints
Absorbed and smeared without any identity
In the wavelength of gushing incoming water
The rhythm of wind rolled in one and made them as water jets
These water jets rumble in the sea in search of a shelter in the coastal land
And ride as if they are going to take refuge in the coastal land

High tides energize them with power through strong winds
To anchor in the shore and lower ones withdraw from the scene
After failure to make a headway in the process
The more strong the wind it will succeed
Unless the receding water pin them back to make the entire circle once again
Notwithstanding they are far away from the coastal land

The cycling and recycling process are on and off
To make it a live version of life and death
Those busted bubbles rejuvenate and give way
To another one big and small in sizes that creator destines
But no drops elope from this life cycle as long as this invisible air exists
And fill them with oxygen of life to put them in action

Like that nobody exempted from peddling the cycle of life
That’s the ultimate truth and pulse of life
The changing climate and the changing of ages
The changing of times and change of day and nights
The change of cycle never ends with a single life
It rolls and rolls on and off without a break

Like how we seek the blissful heaven and paradise
Through benevolence and good deeds throughout life
Like each drop in the ocean ultimately seek the coastal land
Whether they are weak or strong in their approach
Or whether they succeed or not succeed that’s immaterial
Their approach is unabated like a life cycle

The tide seeks the ultimate goal in the lap of the shore
Once it reaches on the shore its power absorbed by the shore
Likewise the soul is being absorbed by its ultimate journey
When at the time of the last call, the life cycle ends
The peddler targets his life cycle to the ultimate
And continues to peddle till he reaches to his goal