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Vast see in front of my eyes

No end, till there goes my sight

Wild waves are chasing desperately one another

Reverse motion of the wind makes them to shiver.

No one around

Everywhere I found

I was just astound

Wild blue see made me bound!

I found a piece of paper

Blank and big enough like painting canvas

I forgot, I’m not an artist

I don’t have the ability to paint at least!

I was compelled to change my mind

My determination couldn’t make me blind

I started folding the paper once, twice, thrice-

Trying a lot, I understood its price.

I will make a boat, I had set my goal

I didn’t see anyone there, on the world whole!

Poor waves! They could touch my feet

Made me clumsy, wet and quite like street

After a short shower of rain

When I touched your hand and felt

Your love in my vain.

I have to cross the ocean

Even at the cost of my motion

Pledge of mine-

I will touch the rebel destination.

I’m ready to go-

Whispering sound of the wind

Blowing to see me off!

My boat was almost prepared, but 

What was I thinking of?