The little tides
The drenched eyelids, and tidal eyes,
Always welcome me with the fair lies.
You went far, but I waited alone,
I started staring stars, which were unknown.
The little tides, and the waves,
Lashes out the withered graves.
The corpse of Love, peace and sad,
Break off the relations we had.
Never turned back, seeing the eye,
Brokenly asked you, "Why and why?"
Started feeling lonesome and shattered,
When you brought all the hazard.
The drenched eyids, and tidal eyes,
Never turned back after it lies.
I died alone and without your eyes,
The tears are still lashing, like the little tides.
