Ocean

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I told my mom, I wish to be an ocean when I grow up,
She smiled and said,
It Won’t be easy but it’s not going to be impossible either,
this would require you to overpower the land,
the human race too – You shall be considered grand but bitter.

And while you may think being powerful is a feast,
My dear powerful is often regarded as a beast,
when they will get to know;
of your immense spread and incredible depth,
& how easily with your strength; In a moment the entire race
can be swept.
You shall be alone at the end of every day.
tell me now, would that be okay?

I’m fine with whatever you choose, you wish or you desire,
Because ultimately you will be the one hearing these words:
Merciless, uneasy, wild, rough, gigantic, endless, fickle, lofty
but yet very few will admire.

Author: SHRIYA NANDA
Instagram: @breathing_wordds

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