O Mighty Ocean

O mighty Ocean take my words, And make her glee;
Draped in the golden rays, my days started with her,
Wrapped in the silver sheen, my nights ended with her,
Tell her when I wake up, I find myself beside her free.

O mighty Sky count thy stars, And make her gaze;
As the sun sets with a blush, in the half-turn of dark,
Her form rises in crimson, And flies start their spark,
Tell the moon not to envy, And write verses to her praise.

O mighty Earth paint thy woods, with hues happy be;
Of springs and autumns together, of songs, of melodies,
And Before the river goes away, remind her of my memories,
I pray, Whisper to her, my heart plucked one line after another,
From her eternal portraits, but forgive me, my dear,
In the search for meaning, I am running out of words for thee.

© Rakesh Bal.