O C E A N
Ocean
The mighty ocean is full of water
To the extent that my eyes cannot
Measure the depth of ocean though
The blue colour of the sky is visible
All the way and up to the far end
Here and there one can see the ships
Sailing one or two anchored for some reasons
As the sun shines the ocean is warm
The silver shine fishes jump a little height
Above the water level and enjoying the air
And again going into the ocean which is a
Rare catch to my eyes added
with gay and happiness
My mother used to tell stories as our ancestors
Went on crossing the sea by ship to see the other end
Of the sea for trading activities and new findings
Of livings, giving things of products our end
And received those of products so good our use
Anything we give and anything we receive
All are created by the god
All are equal, all are good for everybody
All are controlled; the mighty ocean has helped us
A lot to transfer by ship on surface
-AYYANDJ 21022011
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