The huge waves are coming and dashing against the shore
Thin streaks of white foam lurking to them
The bluishness of the deep sea is no longer apparent
But a muddy hue and turbulence and nothing more
Had it been better if the waves stayed in the deep sea
But alas!
There are no waves in the deep sea
Few foot steps we see near the shore
None knows who came and left
Few small and few big steps
Few shallow and few deep steps
Some going into the sea and further into the ocean
Some away from the sea and into the shore and further to the jungle
Lying wide and dense for sure
A mysticism is lying hidden and exposed at the same time
A humming is audible in an unknown rhyme
