The Sea Waves
All waves rise from the sea,
Sons of the mother sea,
Running hard, for her to see,
Pouring heart, for her to see.
Along with kins they see,
Mother, the beauty sea,
Beats for their mother, the sea,
To fathom the beauty sea.
Sons rise and fall to see,
Then tilt and turn to see,
Their mother, the lovely sea,
Their mother, the pretty sea.
©Anees Rahman
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