The goddess of the Ocean

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Isn't this why he came?
to feel the soft chuckle in his heart
than his ears can bear
a whisper of whole truth
and sanctity to its name

he imagined his worth
in the palms of her hands
carefully laid as soft fine kisses
she is the goddess of his world--
the mother of his children, and
grandmother of his grandchildren

the path he laid, to where he belongs,
much hoping to see her there
as a mermaid in the ocean,
caressing her long white hair in the depths of the blue
he would know if not, she follows
he would still be fine as the storm subsides
the goddess is still alive--

this lady in all her glory and dampness of truth
is who he yearned to have loved,
like a gentleman
still holding her love to his name if not all
then, maybe a bit?
and his world would still stay together and slay
when the universe plays gamble and tear
and he would have lived it all
even before he knows, he is lifeless

she knows
and he knows too,
life is to be lived and not take stock
of what one has,
Even if it's at this ripe hour,
a fraction is all one needs at times to be whole and one
and finding it in oneself is a surprise in all.

fine strings still holds them together and
the difference now you know what is?
they now know, once they didn't..

Reviews

[J. B.]

“he imagined his worth in the palm of her hands” … a striking line. A great read.

[Shweta]

Thank you J.B. Appreciate your review :))