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The tides of ocean keep playing with me in my dreams
But I have never seen any in real
What do my dreams entail then
May be far away someone shouts my name in ocean
And that may be someone lives in an island wishing for me to come
But I am rather a river kind
I find oceans as some forlorn dreamer
I love proceeding forward with definite destination
though the destination controlls me
Still the roads I take to reach there are my choices
I am habituated to shrink but not turning back
And the tides of ocean ebb away at noon
But still sometimes the destination attracts
after all the ocean is the forefather of all my rivers

Reviews

[suchitra sarmah]

its not about points,its about the flow of imotions,anyway thank you for your review

[Ricky Campbell]

This one is more on point with the message, but language still needs some work.