'' Release the Ocean ''
Healing fast and getting rust
Quickly living & turning to dust
Nothing compares to you just
believe me your truth is a must
Creeping plants know it's cost
How then here are you lost
Nothing compare to mere rost(Ocean Tides)
believe me your pain is your host
Simple your life why you complicate
Dumping everywhere why you suffocate
Nothing compare to your lost fate
believe me your strength will fabricate
Holding on sometimes' hard
Once just "Release those Oceans"
Copyright © Krishna Bhatta | Year Posted 2019
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