When I’m a wave, I am free;
But most of the times, the wave is tied, not allowed to move at its own pace…
I’m a captivated wave…I struggle to flow but a sea holds me back…
Forcing me to sleep, when I want to reach some unknown shore…
When I know, I can create many waves to reach a beach,
I am forced to hold myself… Maybe to stop a storm…
But I want to generate a storm, a ferocious hurricane, to destroy and Yet…
To allow new buildings to come up in place of old…
But just right then, I am told to hold…
To hold the destruction that is stopping a new foundation…
Till when??? Till I grow so adamant that…
Whatever sea says, I want the sirens to blow, to prove my flow…
Whenever it’s a half moon, it reminds me of me…
I am a wave but still, I have to beat the sea…
And when I think, who would I really be happy with…
The answer is: An untamed sea…………………..
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