Man Sitting On The Boat

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How the tides silenced
the demons inside him;

and the silent instincts so powerful
happened to calm the blue tides.


His aggravation vanished;
looking at the ripples, he sensed
the demons inside his head
were drowning along with his agonies.


Only thing persisted
was the ripples on the blue waters;
the ripples in his head
were the ashes of his demons.


The soaring shadows in blue waters
dissolved the veil of his onus;
he was now sure of the path
in the labyrinth of turmoil.

Man sitting on the boat was now roving back home.