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Endless Quest


O slave of Neptune, kings of seas
Mighty ocean, what secrets you hold inside thee!!
Many fathoms of water you hold,
Nobody could ever fathom it no matter how much old.

What you think and want is difficult to descry,
As you can do anything but cry.
There is no way to tell the tears that you shed,
From the waters which you tread .

Your emotions are shown ,
By the constant ravaging of the waters you own.
For the love which you seek ,
Is far away in skies beyond your reach.

Moon, the gleaming white orb ,
Is your beloved heartthrob .
Every time it comes near ,
You cry out loud for every one to hear!!

The futility of your efforts is evident ,
None the less you are not diffident .
You don’t loose hope ,
As forgetting love is beyond your scope.

There is a lesson from the ocean to be learn,
If it’s the love that you want to earn !!
You have to keep on trying ,
Till you melt the heart of your darling.

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