Tread Warily
Steps,
treading the surface of ocean
amidst the cold breeze
are the
travellers of unknown directions.
Pacing to and fro,
striking against the wounds,
the densely fogged
evenings of ocean
whispers in ears.
'Beware of waves.'
lest they prick in your feet.
No beginning, no end
No voice to be heard.
But
I doubt, if it is
shyness of ocean
swathed in shadow of silence.
It sings, it tells
something,
in its own language.
