I am sitting by the mystic blue sea coast
Encompassed by water
Wavy way-par water
Far away-per water wave
“How do you weigh per water?”
I’d probably summon a wayfarer weigher
After water vapours
Because I don’t want to see the world’s watery eyeballs
When effervescence of sparkling water dies
And the reservoir’s surrounded by sorrow
When drops of life drip
And ache quenches its thirst.
From time to time life tastes like watery coffee
When we’re entangled in weavers wavy waves
Drenched in our whirlpool of troubles.
A little water for you, little water for me
And we take water clear decisions
And survive the water ripples
And cry, “What-a-break!”,
When our wavering troubles wriggle.
And in droughts, our weighing troubles extinguish into vapours
Because you see, they don’t have what it takes to leave a watermark on us
Only our spirit decides it.
Even in floods, we make it through
Because we are made of water
We aren’t meant to drown,
We are made up of the very essence of life.