The mountainous waves and its influence,
Creating ripples ,
Making me supple,
Horrifying me with all the rubble.
Yet in the corner ,a soft tone mutters,
Yearning for smooth breeze lingers,
Sprouting bud smiles,
The sweet smelling flowers laughs,
Causing vibrations inside the cover.
The amusing sound of the waves,
The cool moisture air,
The sands flying here and there ,
Amidst the scattered segment of stone layer,
I long to hear the music of soothing flute.
The musical ebb soothes the aching veil,
Forgets the margin and
Dreams to hear the magical bell
The silver tide and its foam
Is rising high.