Staring at the sea,
The world 's seeming eternity,
Gleaming in its serenity
Is this eternity,life's faithful plea.
Back in the city
On the edge of the shore,
For some, life is woe
Others-beauty and worth , all they know .
Back in the homes,
Of all the people
On the slums and palaces with domes,
Life knocks , the good and bad days both
It brings, its gifts for all.
Bitter-sweet and sour.
This life of ours,
Grim shades of fall,
Sometimes,season of spring for all.
The sea, the city, the world unknown
All drowned in a glass of creation,
Creations of the great unknown.
The glass half full,
Life-dumb and beautiful,
A glass half full.