The After-Math Sea Poem by Raabia Tabassum

When I go up to the irreproachable sea,
The broken after-math
Laid down like wet soil with heavy tears,
Half disappears the lively path.

And when I come to the deeper side,
The sea that faded its frown
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly slackening down.

I end not going far from my solitary walk,
By picking the saddened words of blue
Of the last remaining gaze,
To carry it again to you.