I Painted An Ocean

I painted an ocean

But forgot the shore

There were no ships

When I took a close look,

It was my isolation

Sailing like the sea waves;

I searched alone for centuries

To add the travelers

In my voyage,

Still, singular I stand

On this mortal deck;

Need an island to anchor

When I call on a radio

It becomes silent monologue outward,

The reply comes from the resounding inside;

With every tsunami from the bosom of the core

I feel like conulariid without pearls;

Although I have vastness of Dead Sea

But no light house of life fervor