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Poetry By: aruntp

This is a small poem in which it gives a clear thought what a life is; and what it means to self. Life is like swimming a vast ocean without directions known. You fall somewhere, for something, and onto something, that you itself is helpless to avoid.

Submitted:May 30, 2008    Reads: 520    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

Swimming across the ocean of life;

Has a beginning, has an end;

Wind blows heavy, water is rough;

Tried to the best, the end is near.

Beginning has an end;

End is the beginning;

Truth sheds away;

Some where beyond the limits.

Heaven opened the eyes;

Saw stars and Clouds;

Rain and mist;

In the mid of ocean deep;

Tears fall sometime;

Like a river flowing down the mountain;

Laughing echoed everywhere;

Like arrow moving in the sky.

Opened the eyes of unknown;

Looked all around for self;

A raft without a pedal nearby;

Floating in the mid of ocean too vast.

Looking the coast far away;

Twisted the head backwards;

Found a star twinkling far behind;

Helpless to see the beginning.

Harder and harder wind blowed;

Near the coast, appeared clear;

Touched the sand beneath the water;

Tried to walk as fast as to sleep.

Tears fallen, eyes so bright;

Wondered looking around in the heaven;

Seen nothing, nothing but nothing,

Seen a glow-worm, rushing far away.


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