Suppose friends are tides,
And this world is a sea.
Your heart is sea- shore,
For a sec, just let it be.
How many tides are there in sea,
It doesn’t matter.
Those which touch the shore,
are considered better and they only matter.
Don’t take for granted,
that all tides are similar tides.
They too have numerous intentions,
but count them for two types.
First, that makes you drown & thus,
makes your identity lost in the sea.
Second that makes you overcome, reach your destiny,
Remember for none, it can be me.
He was trapped by first type tides,
His chance to be free wasn’t a bit.
Suddenly a second type tide came,
But very soon, the sea withdrew it.
A moment later there were a few second type’s tides,
that could have rescued him.
But now it was too late.
The water had gone over the brim.
Those second types watched the whole scene.
In front of every tide, he did lean.
But why the sea turned so mean.
He’s still unanswered..still keen.