The Ocean

When I first saw the ocean, 

I witnessed those waves, 

Those slaves. 

They work perennially

For which the flag

Of the empire

Of the ocean flies high, 

But never ever they get praise, 

Never ever they get any reward, 

Never ever do they get freedom. 

They await the tide, 

And

When it comes, 

Some of them get freedom

And never return. 

Some fail to escape, 

Await their freedom, 

Await another tide

And

The sand on the shore

And few people like us

Become silent witnesses.