I am here again…

They say they need Ganges
Where sins are washed away.
Bathe souls to purity
Like the Indians do each day.

But we have a sea around us
Where we are proud to be.
We bathe and we swim
In the Great Ailing Sea.

Whose Rocks are your virtues
Against it which it beats;
The ships- your desires,
That sail in thousand fleets.

The Ailing Sea I tell,
Is your own you know,
Ravishes all morale
With its each gushing flow

The Ailing Sea I tell,
Is the pride’s wave of frown.
Stronger as it gets,
In your own sea you drown!