…BY THE SEA, DEEP IN THE SEA…
Hot waves at the urban streets
Burning my begging foot-steps.
Here each gentle wave at my feet,
What a heeling touch ! by the sea.
Time and tide waited a lot for me,
My deaf ears blind to the musing tides,
My blind eyes deaf to the colours of Time.
Deserted by me to wait , time and tide
Hide in nearby honey-moon cottage,
Shaded by the drooping grapevines.
This vast shore and that deep sea,
With precious preachings in abundance,
The teary, weary life on my shoulders
Always holding me back in her bundle.
Caesarean death diping my meandering remains
Here in the sea, the deep undercurrents
And the beaming corals at the bottom down,
Sniff at me, how I lost the precious pearls
And the ecstatic serene tranquility of this shore
My friends cherrish with sweet memoirs.