Sea And Me

Why does the sea call me again and again Why its sound does reverberate in my mind Like the sound of wind in my courtyard. I have traveled from the east to the west I have wandered over valleys and dales Over plains with dancing crops and over Fields with farmers tilling soil with sweating Bodies. I have slept on the side of pavements In search of shelter. I have drunk tea in stalls, And eaten bread for days to survive. The Sound lives in me and travelled with me. Why do the sea shells get stuck between My fingers when I played with the sands. As if wishing to be companions to my dead body. I have often gone to sit on the sea shore Watching the tides rising and falling like Wounded soldiers fighting their last battles. And the sea turned blood with a red wound Disappearing at its verge inviting darkness. The sea is in me like a lullaby sung many Years ago when I used to sleep in her lap.