Dear Ocean that is me

 

Pic: National Geographic

I call you an ocean because some days I 

cannot figure out your depth or your shallowness,

Do you run so deep that most people

drown at first trial

Is it that you are so deep and so dark

That nobody can survive you and 

Your enormity!!

Or is that you are shallow that no ship can anchor

Mightily!!

Or that ship and light boats are waved around in your expanse

Which is it, dear ocean that is me?

Because, I have watched from ashore.

Spectators admire the blue ocean,

Some even stare into the deep heart of the 

ocean

While other stare and try touching the waters,

When the water forms little ripples or it rumbles,

Most ran way, others watch from a distance, 

swallowed by the enormity of the waves

They stay and stare. Agape.

With eyes filled with wonder,

Dear ocean that is me, is that what you are good for?

A spectacle for the spectators

A wonder for the thrill seekers

Another adventure for the ocean explorer

All who dare  not enter the shores?

Dear ocean that is me, who are you really?

You remain untouched, dear ocean

Your beauty unexplored. Admired from afar

No fisherman dares see whats underneath the waters

No explore seeks to understand your treasures

     Buried underneath

    Even the pearls deep under

No diver dares get into your depth

Dear ocean that is me, What is so scary about you!?