The Sea

As I sit on the beach of the sea,
I can feel the water touching me.
I sit in shame,
For that I claim,
I have no right hand.
I sit on the sand,
And that’s were I’ll stay,
Playing with the sand like I am making clay.
Because I have had a nightmare,
And do not dare,
To go into the water,
But I’m a brave boy,
I know.
I take a chance,
At the water I glance.
I take a deep breath of air,
I see the water snare.
I go in to the water step by step.
I go kicking my legs into a deeper place,
Bit by bit.
Now I know I’m somewhere out in the sea,
I don’t panic instead enjoy it.
I feel something sharp bump into my knee,
Now I’m curious and my heart beats fast.
My left hand, in to the water, I cast,
To feel something greasy.
I take my hand up to see some blood,
I think I know what it is, I swim really fast,
It is not easy.
I stop and dunk my head into the water,
And I see something coming at me.
In a few seconds past…………
…. I am gone from the sea and…………
….. The world.

-Diloshaan Sripathy