Silver Sea
By Subhodeep Basu
Swaying away from the pacing life.
Standing apart of the clattering fife.
To get some time, lone for me;
I want to cross the silver sea.
Where music is the tweedle of birds;
Where wind is jinxed by the trail of buds;
To get the nature sing for me;
I want to cross the silver sea.
To a land that aids the ailing heart,
Where love and zeal, does seldom part.
To steal some shades of selfless glee,
I want to cross the silver sea.
One lives the life in memory lane;
No loss, no debt, no dopes of pain.
To get the shade of the calming tree,
I want to cross the silver sea.
To get across these anxious days,
Curving from life’s gorgon ways,
In urge of will that heart does plea,
I want to cross the silver sea.
A land of love and Nereids zing.
A terra with awe of lightning’s king.
To lead a life as sayeth He,
I want to cross the silver sea.
The extraneous land is at Eden’s range,
And we take reside in a morgish grange.
Here verity flies like a tedious kea ;
Thus a sham voyage through the silver sea.
About the Author - Subhodeep Basu
An engineer by fashion, a writer by passion. My writing is vividly guided by emotions and displays a suave motley of feelings, hope, love and desire.