Adrift on a boat in choppy seas
Tossed in the ocean vast
No oars, compass or direction
Neither a sail nor mast
Woven out of withered leaves
This boat of life will last
Till brine, wind and elements
Their hunger spell shall cast
But clueless like the fishers dive
We seek for purest pearls
And treasures that lie within
The journey's eternal swirls
Like children on the seashore
Once played with empty shells
Life ebbs for a while then
Fades, flattened by the swells
