The ripples reach the horizon eventually
Riding on their shallow and feeble oars
A scratch on the fathomless depths
They bend with waves without a
fight
Now the horizon smiles at the tides
As ripples slip beyond the grand citadel
Their tiny crest wear the golden crown
And their trough dives behind the blue
Between the sand and the horizon lies
The expanse called life , and life is all we seek
But find only water, waves, bubbles and the like
If at all we wish to open our eyes of mind
The sea is nothing but these infinite drops
And what occurs in their briny realm
There is no place that we call adrift
For all falls within the arc of our life
Between the enormous tides of time
Every I generates his own ripple
That touches the horizon in pursuit of sea
Only if the eye can only brave the glare
And look long enough with hope at the Echo.
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