The Greenishly Blue Ocean..

When you pour all your desires in me, What do you want to do with me? Then hiding of the head as the ostrich, The closing of the eyes as the sun and the cat, The vibrant colors seen at the horizon, Always change to the whim of the bend or attack, Churning of the milky blue vessel with a single pole, From north to south, slanting as the young bride, Million years of ruthless rule less epics, Nothing have pierced the nautical units, Those are hollow, but filled with love for land, A few square inches or the millions of hectares, When you pour all your eager wishes and trashes in me, What do you want to do with me?