Ocean
Ocean of life
nurturing many
Multitudinous treasures
hidden within
Myself a wave
floating atop
Miniscule
Ephemeral
How I enlarge myself in mind
As against flowing with winds
How much do I matter?
Why am I worrying so much?
How much is in my hands?
Surely not as much as I assume
Why not flow along wind
Enjoy the ride to shore and back
Was born in Ocean
Will merge in it.
22.09.2021
For
Constance La France
''O'' Contest, NEW POEMS
Copyright © Rama Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2021
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