Those glaciers smothering my thinking eyes
Bodied by corpse’s cold,
When I tried to dive beyond
The ocean, the ocean shrinks back to a drop,
Dropped and dried from my eyes,
It started, wandered, wondered wise,
Soaked silently, ocean again,
To see the World with a new domain.
In this new domain even the corpses die,
The glaciers melt with warmth of sight.
The inflected vision turns the ocean
From deep blue to whites of heaven.
The brightness inside the closed eyes
Illuminated what’s hidden deep down inside.
Water or ice, either impaired or mortified,
To unearth the fact would make us alive.
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