Ocean in the eyes of Poet
There is an unseen world
Perhaps there dwell fairies
White as snow
Warm as blood,
With magical wands in their hands
and wings on their backs.
Glad that I am a poet
I have a licence to think this way
Just as scientists have licence to think
There dwell aliens on unseen planets.
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This poem demonstrates the depth of imagination of poet, and the object of imagination in question in this poem is ocean.