Heartless Ocean

Stones came first;

On the branches,

Instead of fruits.

On my door;

First I left God,

And after sometime myself.

I had kept reserved;

Some water in my eyes,

Unfortunately the sea came with it's dried lips.

I was deserted;

Like a desperate bird,

Wandering here and there.

It was my own work ;

As cobwebbed I was in agony,

That travelled with high jerk.

Stones killed my child in heart;

Fruits spread joy I saw never,

Deep somewhere belief vanished forever.

Listen you O! Ocean;

God will never bless you,

For you deserted me forever.