I had begged the sea to wait for sometime,
promised him to face his anger after a while.
Raising high to have his site,
falling down without having his glace in front mine.
Sent my armies to know his well-about,
No clue of him! I wish he is fine but I doubt.
This is how a calm sea waits for a boat to arrive.
(Here the sea is taken as a girl whose lover is the boat who had gone on a voyage and the sea is calm and wishing the boat to arrive safely)