At The Beach. Poem by Dheeraj

Was a frail boy at young age
Unconciously went to sea,
To know which one is larger
My depressions or the sea.
My possessions tried to make me weak
Saying problems to be greater,
But when I looked at sea waves
Said, they are greatest than the greater.

Looking at the waves that were
Touching every soul of me,
The roaring of sea waves
Was an ointment for me.
The sounds then produced
Was healing one for me,
Don't know how sound really was
But went deep inside me.

The sounds carrying the strength of waves
Went deep and deep and deep in me,
In my constrained blood vessels
And in every vein of me.
I felt that Wavy storm
Flowing in every root of me,
And then started running like waves
Curing every pain of me.