Nothing is as deep as the ocean
Well compared with the human mind
Varied and vast are the lives inside
Full of treasures yet to be found

Then I turned to watch the human ocean
Grouped and scattered on the beach
Some enjoying and others enduring
The hours they have at their disposal

Saw an old man pulled in a wheelchair
With men around to serve him at call
Another old man crawling in half legs
Hopefully stretching his hands for a penny

Could hear a girl crying and screaming
Even striking her mother for not buying a toy
The boy, the toy-seller, pleading the lady to buy
So that he can earn a little at least to buy some snacks

Some drunkards with stomach full and brain dumped
Teased and tortured every human that passed by, but
Even a bottle of water was unattainable for a man
Sitting there with an empty purse and a hollow stomach

Attired in minimum cloths appeared some young girls
Attained attention from some crackling youngsters
A frail woman with a basket of flowers, still lingers
Hoping; some women with long hair may appear

All are humans: but why while some soar and others sag?
Beach is a meeting place mirroring the real life
Haves or haves not; but all have a life to live
Life is like that, have to wait for our time and turn

Santhi Muthukrishnan