@Shailaishrah 14 October 2020

Sailor

Hello everyone, I am gonna post another poem if you like my poems give like and comments. Also Don't forget to subscribe me. Looking at my face It would seem that a bird has spread its wings on the waves. I think I was born in the foam agitation I think the waves are my abode, not the soil I know lying in the waves I have seen many of my predecessors become pearls How many tastes they had, were dreams Inside the waves I saw their eyes, the jewel in their eyes Their bones are now coral How many ports they have nailed love now their bones are coral in salt What is the legacy of the sailor? Nothing but dreams Nothing but sighs The body of the sailor is not found Floating in the waves, There is no fatigue in the remaining corners like the sea does not sleep The man of the body comes to the sea What do they see? The endless salt fennel waves are dancing for eternity The sea is an absolute truth of this world Whenever man is hungry, the world can no longer feed him Then Ocean opens his stomach What a temptation to call a sailor The fleeting joy stands naked in the harbor But a huge sigh lifted the boat and it floated again Because the horizon in the sea does not mean who is the original creator of this original handcuffs, Except for just looking at the infinite There is no answer to this question. ★Thanks for reading★