What unspoken grief Have you hid in your depths? What reply do you seek That, you visit the shore as a recurrent wave, incessantly?
What is it that you look for? Bowing down your mighty self To a shallow wave that wets my feet And the sand underneath
You roar in fulsome furore Yet grieve in silence I cannot fathom The depth of thy grief- You are borne out of your own tears
The ocean is majestic, serene. It is also deep that we don't truly know what it has hid in its depths. Metaphorically, I imagined the sea (or ocean, I am using it interchangeably) to be a living organism, nurturing numerous beings, and one without bounds. But, what feelings would an ocean or a sea have. Did it hold a lot of anguish inside, or was calm on the inside as it did show outside? Would an ocean cry to show its grief? Would its tears be distinguishable from its being? Would we be able to see, if it cries?